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ome time ago I realized with horror that the storybooks at my children'€™s school had been written by Adolf Hitler using a range of pen names. This had to be so, because their main theme was The Triumph of the Master Race.

The first clue was when my daughter brought home a book called '€œThe Three Brothers'€. Plot: Two black-haired brothers are brutish but are defeated by their clever blond brother.

The next day we read '€œThe Swan Princess'€. Plot: Once upon a time, there was a blond, fair-skinned princess, but an evil black-haired stepmother turned her face brown so the king threw her out.

The third day we read '€œNaima, Daughter of the Desert'€. Plot: All the children in a family had dark eyes except one who had blue eyes. '€œEveryone loved Naima ['€¦] Her parents loved her much more than her three older sisters who had black eyes.'€

See what I mean? It'€™s eugenics for toddlers.

I found my colleagues at the Asia-Pacific writers'€™ association grumbling about the exact same thing in books for adults. Worst offender was international sci-fi books, which are tales of the colonization of the universe, not by humans, but exclusively by Westerners.

 Eventually I met my friend Isagani Cruz, a writer from Manila, in a coffee shop to sketch out a cunning plan to fight back. We decided to create a prize for writers called the World Readers'€™ Award.

I phoned a reporter, and the conversation went like this. Me: '€œThe prize will be given to the best book which is recognizably set on a certain planet. On this planet, the average height of the inhabitants is 5.4 inches, or 164 cm.'€ Her: '€œWow, a planet of pygmies.'€ Me: '€œAnd 90 percent have black or brown hair.'€ Me: '€œWow, like India or China.'€ Me: '€œAnd the average bust sizes for women are A and B.'€ Her: (Giggle.) So what'€™s the planet called?'€

 Reader, you may have guessed. The planet is Earth. Those are the statistical mean figures for humanity on this planet. We are tiny, dark-haired creatures.

But you'€™d never think of it from the books and movies you see, full of 6 ft. 2 in. fair-haired men romping around the galaxy speaking American.

The idea started as a bit of a laugh, but people loved the idea of creating stories of the world as it actually is, and the prize is now real. (Look up the newly launched World Readers'€™ Award on the internet.)

The writer of the best book with a global perspective will be given a golden egg trophy in a ceremony held inside the giant golden egg (a massive thing which seats 300) at the Hong Kong Science Park in November.

Start writing. Make me happy, make yourself famous and let'€™s give our kids something to read.

One evening, I spent half an hour going through my children'€™s storybook shelf with a thick black marker pen. One of my daughters arrived home from school and asked: '€œWhat are you doing?'€ I told her: '€œI'€™m giving all the princesses black hair and black eyes.'€

She peered at the revised illustrations. '€œNow everyone looks like bad guys!'€ she complained.
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The writer is a columnist and journalist.