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"In America, colors seems to define our differences: black and white, blue and gray, red and blue. Divisiveness abounds, until we scrape away the surface and find the subtle and not-so-subtle layers of color in each of our souls and, through that, our common humanity. I have no idea what people see when they look at my color. I am a shade of white, white enough not to understand completely what it must feel to be judged as black. Inside, however, I feel the primary colors of me: the pale blue of conscious thought, the fiery red of urgency, and the golden yellow of hope." --Phil Zuckerman, Publisher