In a class on MLK, my daughter was told that “he was killed by a white person.” My hair stood on end when I heard this.

“He was killed by a bad person,” I had to explain. “A murderer, a very bad individual.”

The next thing we are going to hear is that Ukraine was invaded by white people.

I can’t tell you what it feels like to go on the website of my Ukrainian school for the Saturday morning lecture and see an announcement saying, “Due to a massive air strike on Ukraine, the class will be delayed by an hour. Please proceed to the nearest bomb shelter.”