This Beautiful Color

I got dropped off at Logan International from the Provincetown Fast Ferry a little while ago and during the short Lyft ride between the two locations my driver Luis, a young and sweet Puerto Rican father of two, was trying not to be upset about a traffic ticket he'd been issued just before he picked me up. He explained that because of his skin color that sort of thing happens to him all the time and then he looked into my eyes through the rear-view mirror and asked me an earnest question that totally crushed my guts.

What's wrong with my parents giving me this beautiful color?