Word: colorism
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...Bauhaus way of thinking, geometric abstraction was the language of modernity, and the grid was one of its most powerful instruments, a formal system that could confine Expressionist excesses. In the catalog to the MOMA show, which was organized by curators Barry Bergdoll and Leah Dickerman, there's a color photograph of Gropius' righteously Cartesian office, with a right-angular chair resting on a grid-patterned carpet and a grid-patterned tapestry hanging on one wall...
...reading and math tests. For multicultural families, the psychological boost can also be important. Lueth, a former teacher and manufacturing executive, co-founded the school as a way to expose her adopted Chinese daughter Lucy to her native culture. Lucy used to squirm when cousins asked why her skin color was different from theirs; before she started at Yinghua, she was resistant to exploring anything related to China. Now, Lueth says, Lucy proudly answers her cousins, "Yeah, I was born in China...
...Yale Bulldogs. You are the Harvard Crimson. Our mascot is a Bulldog, Handsome Dan. Your mascot is…a color? Who thought up that great idea? Probably the same guy who thought it would be a great idea to name an Ivy League school after the color of biological waste. I’m lookin’ at you, Brown...
Before the 1908 Game, Harvard coach Percy “Michael Vick” Haughton strangled a bulldog to death in the locker room to motivate his players. Even if we were as much of a collective bloodthirsty murderer as you, how would we even go about vanquishing a color? We can’t invent the black and white TV again...
...scopophilia, described in terms that evoke the ripeness of fruit; Gracelita, aged twelve, is “almost plump, and yet willowy” and sways her backside as she washes the dishes, while Geraldina sunbathes naked, “stretched out with no concern other than the color of her skin.” By taking every opportunity to remind us of his narrator’s transgressive fixations, Rosero interrogates the limits of our sympathy as readers. Is our identification with the suffering of others unconditional or, in fact, contingent upon the goodness of the sufferer...