Race Cars: A children's book about white privilege

When the committee heard about Chase winning, they were not happy. A black car had never won first place. They did not want things to change.

“We have always given white cars the fastest tires and the most powerful engines!” they roared. “How could a black car have won?”

But back at home, something was bothering Chase. It just did not seem fair that the bridge was for white cars only. Was he not as good as the white cars? Was something wrong with him? He shrugged it off and decided to train even harder for next year.

Back at Ace’s house, Ace was snuggled up in bed smiling. He did not expect to be faster than Chase—in their practices Chase was always fastest. “I must be getting much faster,” thought Ace. He drifted off to sleep dreaming of next year’s race-car race.

Chase paused for a second. “Hmm…that’s strange,” he thought, “none of the white cars seem to be getting stopped,” but he did not want to waste any more time. He showed the officer his identification and continued the race through the magical forest.

Chase sped around the river as fast as he could and jumped over the finish line. But because the race officer stopped him, Chase did not place, and Ace came in first instead.

Ace was heading for the magical forest when something made him pause.

A forked road with two separate paths—one for white cars and another for all other cars. “Why have I never noticed this before?” thought Ace.

Ace wanted to know what was down the other path. He wanted to understand what the race was like for Chase.

When he got to the magical forest he saw Ace

speeding towards him.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how much harder it was for you to win this race, Chase,” said Ace.

The best friends embraced! Then, together, Ace and Chase finished the race.

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