Most kids remember their high school biology class. For some it is a fascinating time, and for others it is an utterly gross one, as you learn the inner biological systems of animals, dissecting frogs and eyes and other organs. For me it was especially memorable because when we got the topic of eyes, we were all mesmerized as we opened cow eyes and identified the various parts. We learned about the vitreous fluid that fills the eye; the retina, where light is focused; the optic nerve, where the nerve for the visual signals exits the eye; and rods and cones, the photoreceptors that allow us to convert light into images and see color.
During this section on the eye I received a shocking personal lesson. After reviewing a series of 25 pictures filled with colored dots I was told that I had flunked on at least 19-20 of them. What was revealed was that I didn’t see color like the majority of people did. I was “colorblind!” And thus the mystery was solved for my mom as to why I always tended to wear mismatched clothes. I have since learned that I am actually not blind to color, but I have a color deficiency and don’t see reds and greens like others do.
I’ve never been bothered by my inability to perceive certain colors; how could I be, since I’ve never known the world any other way? The fact that I have an inability to perceive colors correctly has tended to make me somewhat more sensitive to the big role color plays in our lives, and most especially how some people are deeply divided by racial color.
When I was younger, growing up in the 1960’s and 70’s, I never would have imagined that a day was coming when racial tensions would be increasing instead of decreasing. I’m shocked that in this day and time it seems that there are daily reports of people striking out against others solely on the basis of skin color. And it doesn’t seem to matter if you are white, black, brown, yellow, or red—the division we see today involves all of them.
I am so thankful that someday people will realize that the only “race” that matters is the human race of which we are all a part, no matter our skin color. God made all mankind from one man, Adam, and from him have come people of every color. I can’t help but think that when God looks upon mankind he sees no color or ethnicity, because when it comes to race, God is colorblind.