If you were watching the Grammys last night, which I wasn’t, you would have seen Michael Jackson’s children accepting their father’s Lifetime Achievement Award. That’s all fine and dandy, but for me the achievement was Jackson’s ability to have two pure, white children. After all, let’s not forget that before Jackson went white, he was born African-American.

And if you need clarification, yes, those are Michael Jackson’s children in the picture above.

I keep hearing that the boy has Jackson’s nose, or the girl has Jackson’s eyes… I guess that’s subjective. The one thing they don’t have is his color. I even have read web posts that say since Jackson had such light skin, his children obviously would share the same complexion. Yeah, except for the fact that although Jackson’s skin was white on the outside, his DNA was black on the inside. You can’t bleach DNA, at least not to my knowledge. Unless Michael was doing some serious genetic engineering in the lab, the jury is in about the status of him as a father, and it’s “no way in hell is Michael the father of these kids.”

Now, at the expense of being called racist, I’m not. I don’t care if his kids are purple. But any sensible person can only conclude that these children are nice, white kids. From the eyes, hair, complexion, etc., they all white. I wish them well. When they get older, they are going to have a hell of a time in this world answering for daddy.

You know that old saying? Once you go white, you hope that everyone else will not notice the gradual change of skin color, lighter and lighter every year until one day you accept the fact, and hope others accept the fact that you are no longer black and now officially a white person, all the while trying to keep some connection to your previous culture although you never really cared too much for it to begin with.