If we flip the channels fast enough, we can turn almost anyone Puerto Rican, blurring black and white into Boricua.

I’m going to find un cacique and ask him to bring all the Taínos and Arawaks back to the Washington Hilton.

Luckily, I ain’t the lamest dude on the block and my black Air Force Ones are as neutral as kicks come, so I haven’t had much to run from lately.

Aboriginal girl. Stock photo and image.

After two years in New York city where I had been mistaken for a white man more times than I can count, I finally touched the earth in western Queensland.

“Doña Viviana?” Marlen asked, though no doubt existed that the ancient woman across the threshold was anyone but. Her brown skin wrinkled and spotted with age, her thinning white hair, pulled into a bun, showed her scalp.