Earlier this week I read an article about classic children's books with horrible messages. Really, it's more about horrible, but possible, interpretations (and how she missed Love You Forever and the Giving Tree is beyond me), but I think I'll blame author Amanda Madden, and her take on Leo Lionni's Fish is Fish, for skewing my own interpretation of Judit Lőrinczy's "The colors of Creation."
At first glance this parable is about appreciating our differences. It's not an uncommon theme. Variety is the spice of life. Or, as the wise sage Groove Armada once said, "if everybody looked the same, we'd get tired of looking at each other." But then, a mysterious voice (an allusion to the serpent in the Garden of Eden), convinces everyone to "Blend the colors, [to] have all the colors God has!" All the colours blend, then the light goes away, and the Voice reveals that it was Black.
Um... so, we should be segregated and interracial relationships are bad?
I'm sure that's not what Lőrinczy meant. I'm sure something got lost in translation. I'm sure the vagueness of the parable must be at fault here. Actually, I'm sure of none of these things. But I'd like to not assume the worst...
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one!
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