There's no question of race in the Federation, the politicians say.
I never think about it, Hal's colleagues say. His pink-skinned, blue-eyed colleagues. Skin color shouldn't matter.
Colourblind, they call it. Hal believes them. He's seen them not notice when Security stop him and ask for proof that he's an Alpha. When the only brown faces in the canteen are his and the servers'. When another year passes and Hal doesn't get promotion. When none of the crèches can find a place for Dayna.
They mean well, his colourblind friends. They think they're doing him a favour, not seeing him.