Girl: (while pointing at the telly) "I can't join this show" Me: "Of course you can." Girl:"I can't because Im brown" I thought I misunderstood her, or that she got something wrong so I asked her: "Im I brown?" Girl: "No you are white" "What about daddy?" "He's black", "What about mum?" "White" "And what about Giovianni?" "Brown"Later that evening I told her mum about the conversation we had, and the little girls feeling of rejection because of the color of her skin. Her mum filled me in on the whole story: earlier that day another little girl pointed out to her that she was brown due to that she was'nt allowed to play there. This conversation changed me. She was 3, a cute-looking beautiful little girl and she was dealing and experiencing racism. Since then I'm convinced that racism is every where all the time. Sometimes very openly, but most of the time, hidden, subtle. In Dreams of my father Obama thinks about racism. And he reflects on being white, black, being male, female. In an grasping, smart way. I always fall in love with the characters of the books I read. Of course I fell for Barack big time, but more than that, my admiration for him as a human being increased, and this book convinced me that he must be a thoroughly good person. (with an incredible difficult job).