A hundred fifty plus years ago my great great grandmother's family were full of children, half clearly Native American and half easily passing for white. The NA kids were taken away from home and sent to 'school'. The white passing kids were allowed to stay and go to school with the town kids. The lesson they all learned? Passing for white led to better survival. The reservation children died early of all the ills that can be imagined. The passing children, including my grandmother's mother married white people and had even whiter children. We lost who we were as a result and got white-washed into privilege. No one even acknowledged our history until I started doing my own research as an adult. I write this to acknowledge Meghan's reveal that she found 'blackness to be new' to her. I'm glad she is fully able to embrace who she is. I just wish this was better appreciated. I also think its well worth remembering that generally all of us have a drive to survive whether conscious or not. Passing for white feels like a betrayal until we remember that. But passing also gets to a point where you aren't sure you even have a right to acknowledge the color hidden in your whiteness. Archie and Lilibet will have some work to do.