The Selling Out of a Undoubted "Oreo"

I long for the days when a person will not be seen by race, but as personality and culture. This isn't a plea against any racial discrimination, nor is it a plea for increased affirmative action. This isn't a call for a rally or a movement. This is simply a moment of realization and representation. One that has been abused on nearly all sides. One that is not only spreading, but is continually questioning the long standing stereotypes.

There are Blacks that don't like chicken, watermelon and Kool-Aid. (I just happen to.)

There are Asians who fail school. 

Men have mood cycles. 

Zombies don't eat their own brains.

There are Whites who don't like rock music and live in the suburbs.

There are Native Americans. Yes. They do still exist.

There are minorities who don't live in the hood. 

And just because you hang out with Ray Ray doesn't mean he can be designated as your "TBK" (Token 

           Black Kid)

When you say "that is so ghetto", you probably haven't been to Rio de Janeiro.

No, I will not cook you soul food. 

All races have parental issues. 

No you cannot touch my hair. And no, I won't touch yours.

Just because my skin is dark doesn't mean I don't tan. And you do not get as dark as me when you tan. 

          Sorry.

Why are Blacks and Whites the only ethnic group determined by colors?

Yes.