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Most People Are Other People

A little girl holds her Tamu doll, circa 1970.

Baltimore-based fiction writer and Goucher prof Kathy Flann reflects on her first significant relationship with a baby doll.


When I was four, my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas.

“A black doll,” I told her.

She flashed a bemused smile. “Well, okay,” she said with a shrug. We didn’t know any black people. Maybe I had seen “Fat Albert” by this point, but I can’t be sure.

In my mind’s eye, this doll had long luxurious hair that I could comb. It had cheekbones and breasts. “Charlie’s Angels” had not hit the airwaves yet, and so I did not yet know that sexiness was so powerful that it could solve crimes. But the doll I imagined was not unlike a 
Charlie’s Angel or a Miss Breck girl — if any of them had been black.

I was a white kid from a whiter than white Midwestern family – a cocktail of Scandinavian, northern German, Irish, English, and French Canadian. There wasn’t a drop of Eastern European or Italian to add interest to the gene pool. We couldn’t claim, like everyone else did in the ’70s, to be one sixteenth Cherokee.

And I was the whitest of the “Flann clan.”