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STOP THE PRESS: Racism officially over as toddler chooses doll with BLACK skin!

If you’re like me, you probably think there’s not a lot to be thankful for in this dog eat dog world of ours. Or at least that’s how I use to think, but boy was I ever wrong! I mean, sure, ISIS is out there engaging in chemical warfare, raping and selling children into slavery and stoning women and gays. Sure, poverty is increasing in the developed world and the planet may very well be entering into it’s penultimate death rattle as we speak.

But did you know that somewhere in America there is a little girl that given full liberty to choose ANY doll she wanted, picked a doll with black skin? As if things couldn’t get any better than that, the brave toddler stood up to a bigoted cashier and put her in her place, so goes the legend as recounted on Facebook by her beaming mother in a story which, at the time of this writing, has been shared almost 170k times. Yes, you read that correctly, one hundred and seventy thousand fucking times.

Brandi Benner of parts unknown writes:

Nick and I told Sophia that after 1 whole month of going poop on the potty, she could pick out a special prize at Target. She, of course, picked a new doll. The obsession is real. While we were checking out, the cashier asked Sophia if she was going to a birthday party. We both gave her a blank stare. She then pointed to the doll and asked Sophia if she picked her out for a friend. Sophia continued to stare blankly and I let the cashier know that she was a prize for Sophia being fully potty trained. The woman gave me a puzzled look and turned to Sophia and asked, “Are you sure this is the doll you want, honey?” Sophia finally found her voice and said, “Yes, please!” The cashier replied, “But she doesn’t look like you. We have lots of other dolls that look more like you.” I immediately became angry, but before I could say anything, Sophia responded with, “Yes, she does. She’s a doctor like I’m a doctor. And I’m a pretty girl and she’s a pretty girl. See her pretty hair? And see her stethoscope?” Thankfully the cashier decided to drop the issue and just answer, “Oh, that’s nice.” This experience just confirmed my belief that we aren’t born with the idea that color matters. Skin comes in different colors just like hair and eyes and every shade is beautiful. #itswhatsontheinsidethatcounts #allskinisbeautiful #teachlove #teachdiversity #thenextgenerationiswatching

Hashtag teach diversity indeed. Sophia is certainly lucky to have a parent that hammered home the importance of pandering to blacks, a demographic which, historically, has had a really rough go of it. It’s a shame more mothers can’t instill that sense of duty and respect into their white children, but at least we all have Brandi to look up to.

And what about the villain in this story, you may ask? Well, some rightfully angered townsfolk offered to pick up the pitchforks and ruin the life of this anonymous woman in the name of tolerance and justice, but Brandi, in her seemingly endless compassion and wisdom would have none of that. Amazing!

Wow! When I decided to share my experience about buying Sophia’s doll I never thought for one second it was going to be seen by so many people! I am absolutely blown away! Our family has received so much love, support and encouragement from complete strangers and that is just proof to me that there is SO MUCH good in the world. I feel like the media is so addicted to negativity that we tend to harden ourselves and assume the worst in others. But you guys, all I have seen and felt from all of this is pure LOVE! (Aside from those who want to go off on the cashier, lol.) And as I explained before, the cashier was an elderly woman and I believe she was completely ignorant to what she was truly saying. I feel like in her mind she was being helpful and making conversation with my daughter. I’m not saying her ignorance makes it ok, just proves her white privilege. I’ve also had a few people accuse me of making this story up and that is just hilarious to me. That post was only supposed to be for my friends and family. I had no reason to make up an entertaining story for them! But after some of them asked to share it, I made it public. I never could have predicted it would spread like wildfire! But I’m thankful it did. Because in something as simple as a Facebook post, people have been able to see God’s love shine through my daughter. I am humbled and in awe of His love.

No Brandi, it is we who are humbled and in awe. I don’t want to jump the gun, but is it too early to start printing up Brandi2020 buttons?

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