This is me, this is my racism.
Black person: oh, look how sparkling her eyes are. I would love to have eyes that expressive, God, her skin is gorgeous.
Asian person: look how beautiful and straight her hair is, I love her almond-shaped eyes.
Arab person: look at her warm olive skin, look at her gorgeous curly hair.
Anytime I see a person of any race, I pick out the beautiful details that make them different from me. This is certainly a problem, and now I’m going to ask them questions about their lives and religions, how rude of me.
So you know, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she literally stopped me in my tracks, was an East Indian woman in her forties. Her gorgeous, sparkling blue sari against her fabulous hair and skin, she looked mahvelous, darling.
Wait, am I racist or gay?
PS Can we get to a point that we are allowed to notice our differences without a problem? Let’s be racist like me, notice the differences and love them more.