There’s always been a fascination with royalty. It’s ironic, give that our country literally exists because of a bloody revolution to separate ourselves from monarchical reign, but—despite the fact that I spent copious amounts of my college career studying American history and years blogging about the importance of that freedom we won, my rear end was still on the couch at some ungodly hour in the morning watching the royal wedding, sipping coffee and sighing at the sheer fairytale-ness of it all.

Hey, my favorite Disney princess was always Cinderella. I literally wore out a copy of the VHS we had because I’d make my mother fast-forward to the good parts. No seriously, you can ask her.

Anyway it was all very Frankie Heck of me. I mean I didn’t go out and “temporarily buy” a larger TV, but you get the picture.

There’s an innate fascination with seeing a girl become a princess.

When Prince Harry married Meghan Markle, that fascination exploded ten-fold because of who she was. She’s American. She’s biracial. She’s an actress. She’s a divorcee. She’s got zero connections to royalty or British aristocracy (like even commoner Kate Middleton’s family had).

It’s a marriage that—40-ish years ago—would have been absolutely out of the question in the British Royal Family.

And yet, here we are.

So not surprisingly, when Meghan’s pregnancy was announced, the social media world collectively soiled its pants.

And even more unsurprisingly, everyone collectively lost their minds again when Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor was born.

(Yes, yours truly watched the coverage when they came out to introduce the baby to the world. I can’t help it—I’m a mom of young children myself, distantly related to the late Princess Diana, and just generally curious about the most famous baby in the world!)

There’s been debate about his name (and whether or not he was named after a cat), about his place in line for the throne (he’s seventh), and—apparently—whether or not Meghan and her royal husband will raise their son “black.”

Wait—what?

No seriously—Carla Hall over at the LA Times wrote a piece entitled “Will Meghan Markle and Prince Harry raise their baby to be black?”

She writes:

“Baby Sussex, as he’s called for the moment, will have an extraordinarily privileged life. We can only hope that he will live, eventually, in a post-racial world. Still, he needs to know about what it means to be a black person in the world today. Of course, it means dozens of things. His life will largely be his to make. There is no one ‘black experience’ — except, perhaps, a cop stopping you because you look like a suspect. I highly doubt that’s going to happen to the young Sussex. Speaking of post-racial, the Obamas tweeted their congrats.”

I’m gonna step in here for a moment, because I happen to know a smidge about this. I am the mother of two absolutely beautiful biracial children. From me, they have a rich heritage of many cultures—from the fjords of Norway all the way down to the shores of North Africa.

(Spoiler alert: this is ONE DNA test result from ONE grandparent. #Heinz57.)

From my husband, they have a similarly rich heritage of cultures—from Spain to ancient Mexican cultures like the Otomí, Huastecos, Totonacas or Olemecs of the Veracruz area.

So, Carla—what do I raise my children? In the absolute broadest of terms, they’re half white and half Mexican. So, should I raise them to carry a super-glued chip on their shoulders over how the Mexican people were treated in the American Southwest during the middle of last century? (Go watch “Giant” if you’re unfamiliar with this history.) Or how in 1520, Spanish conquistador Hernan Cortes reportedly killed Aztec leader Moctezuma by “pouring molten gold down his throat,” Khal Drogo-style?

But they’re half white—so should I raise them to carry a chip on their shoulders about how terribly the Irish immigrants were treated when they stepped off the boats into New York City, or how Protestant Germans and English citizens were persecuted relentlessly in their respective countries during the 16^th century?

This is lunacy.

This woman isn’t calling for the child to be raised with an understanding of ALL of his heritage; no—this is calling for the young prince to be raised with a chip on his shoulder because of racial inequality that this woman and doubtless millions of people believe is institutionalized and rampant.

It. Is. Not. (But we’ll get to that.)

May I just point out that this young woman wrote her article inclusive of the fact that a biracial woman married into the British royal family; that her son will be raised as royalty; and that little baby Archie received personal congratulations from a former U.S. president who also happen to be black?

The irony is lost on her, I suppose.

It’s offensive, really. It’s offensive to sit there and boil down the “black experience” to one unfounded stereotype: that a black person will be pulled over or otherwise harassed by police simply for BEING black.

Does it happen from time to time? Certainly. Is it an institutionalized and accepted part of our culture? NO.

It never occurs to these sheltered progressive writers to run numbers. The narrative does not match the facts. Period. And those instances where there are interactions between police and black Americans (or anyone)? There’s almost always more to the story. Like how Philando Castile reached for his pocket (which contained a gun) despite repeated commands to move his hands away from his waist.

But you know, facts.

So that’s all “being black” is about? To raise a black child, or a half black child, or a ¼ black child in 2019 means to raise them to be afraid of authority? That authority is inherently bad, and out to get you? Or in Archie’s case, does he only get taught about the “black experience” ¼ of the time?

(Spoiler alert: that’ll be a tough one given that Baby Sussex’s grandfather is the next king of England. But whatevs, right?)

That’s what you’re sticking with, Carla? That in a world where Barack Obama was leader of the free world for eight years and a biracial child is in line for the British Crown, “being black” means being stopped by police just for being black?

I’m going to say something that most people like Carla Hall will balk at.

Remember earlier when I talked about my children? When I first started writing this piece it truly didn’t occur to me right off (because I don’t live, breath, eat, and sleep RACE, and nor does my husband) that my OWN children are biracial.

You know why I operate this way? Because my parents raised me to simply be a decent human being. I was raised to understand that there are billions of people in the world who all look different, but that God loves every one of us.

My husband was brought up this way too. And that’s exactly how we’re raising our kids. As HUMANS.

And yet people like Ms. Hall, who purportedly yearn for a “post-racial” world, are the first to jump down my throats screaming that racial colorblindness isn’t a thing and cannot be a thing.

As for the racial division we DO have today? It’s thanks in large part to people like the LA Times’ Ms. Hall, and the countless other leftists who can’t seem to help themselves but to point race at every opportunity.

You want to fight racism? Focus on raising your kids as decent humans beings.

Mary Ramirez is a full-time writer, creator of www.afuturefree.com, and contributor to The Chris Salcedo Show on KSEV 700 Radio in Houston. She can be reached at: afuturefree@aol.com; or on Twitter: @AFutureFree