“If truth were a crayon and it was up to me to put a wrapper on it and name it's color, I know just what I would call it-dinosaur skin.”
“If truth was a crayon and I had to name it, I would call it dinosaur skin.”
“If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin".-So B. It”
“It was around this time that I started thinking about how skin color defined class. The cowboy movies that fueled the goodness of ‘White’ reinforced attaching ‘darkness’ to a class. I finally took notice that the crayon color called ‘flesh’ did not match mine.”
“Elizabeth was astounded, and immediately colored."Put down those damn crayons and look at me!" Darcy commanded.”
“Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?”