It would be an easy walk right into the ditch with all the rest...but...
Every time I see, hear or feel a conversation about race each little hair on my body stands straight up because of the angry energy cocktail that comes from defending MY race...you see, I belong to the human race. My ethnicity is a blend of colorful history. Yep, I have to fill in the little circle next to "white" or "Caucasian" because I'm more That than my other bloods.
(That brings a funny story...back in my rebel college days I checked "other" on the race section, who created a "other" choice for race on a demographic?,
Well, I penned in "Beagle". When called on it I told them I did it to see if they were paying attention.)
I see colors...not back and white. Just as I examine a seashell, I examine my fellow humans...I see all of their color and texture, their uniqueness...I'm nondiscrimanatory...if they act like an asshole, I'll call 'em out as an asshole regardless of how they are shaded.