Together?

I like to write my thoughts in black ink. I don't know why, it just seems like one of those things to separate yourself from other types of writing. When you think of it, black ink seems like the logical color for thoughts and feelings. It's deeper, darker, more mysterious and more unknown that others. Although it can be singled out as depressing, dark, and unwanted. I don't think that anyone should really judge anything by it's color. Ink, clothes, people. It makes absolutely no sense to me why we are still treating others differently by the color of their skin. Does it really matter what we look like? Are we not all in this together? Does the Bible not sat that we are all equal in God's eyes? Some need to suck up their pride and get over themselves and fast. Because one day, it'll come back to haunt them and it will stay with them till the day they die. I can honestly say that I hope it happens. Just so that all the racial idiots out there can see what stubborn fools they've been.