No sensible person would dream of trying to change the opinion of anyone as stupid and narrow-minded as you. What's your opinion worth anyway? As for li'l Shaneka from Watts, you know her better than I do, she may be your next door neighbor but she's nothing to do with me -- but in any case, li'l Shaneka is not your child, Zahara is not your child, and it's none of your business how either of them wears their hair.
You say you were under the care and direction of a mother who took the time to make you aware of how people perceived you. It's too bad she made you such a shallow individual that you only judge black people by how white they try to make themselves look. She really did a number on you. Did she tell you to bleach your skin too, so you would have a better chance of getting hired to work in an office instead of scrubbing Missy Anne's floors for a living? What your mother failed to teach you was that what matters is how you perceive yourself, not what other people think about you. You can slather a pound of Dixie Peach on your head and drown yourself in Nadinola, but it won't make you any more intelligent, capable, or employable.
You may think looking what you call presentable outside is all that matters, but inside you're a squirming mess. If I didn't have such contempt for you I'd actually feel sorry for you. As for Z, you don't have to pray for her. She'll be fine. Her parents are bringing her up to be proud of her unique heritage. She'll look at herself in the mirror and see a beautiful black woman. And she won't want or need the approbation of any self-hating Aunt Jemimas like you or Allison Samuels. Get gone, honey, and stay gone. Your time is long past.