When I was a child, I had many, many dolls. Too many. And they were all white. Some of the dolls came back with me from Russia, while others were purchased in Nigeria. I specifically remember one that had blue eyes and blonde hair, and her name was Amy. I did not name her; that was the name the manufacturer gave her. She was bought in Nigeria, I remember. It was no big deal that my dolls were white. If anything, I imagine I would have been laughed at if my dolls were black because they would Read More