Racism: A Novella by The Man

"Hey, I won't talk to you because you're not white"
"Hey, you won't talk to me because I'm not white"
Are these two statements fundamentally different? Well, ok yes they probably are, or maybe not. I'm not an English major, so suck it. Simply put though, I find it ironic in life how the issue of racism is discussed and viewed in our world. Because, in reality, I won't talk to you because your breath smells like my ass, not because you're from the streets of Compton, or the suburbs of Shanghai (which brings me to a small tangent. Is it really a suburb if it contains more than a million people? Wayne's hometown, in which he called "a small town", still listed over 3 million people as residents. Hmm, simply amazing.) and I'm from the mega-city of Hays America. Ok, probably just Hays, Kansas, and it's not a city at all, except when the rodeo's in town.
Back on point. A comment was made by our subject during one of our typical, rousing afternoon conversations. "Only white people can be racist" explained Wayne. Is that a real viewpoint? I suppose here the reasonings behind his "observation" are completely moot points. But that leads me to the conclusion of this piece: those yellow marshmellows that you get at Easter time taste better than the green ones. Oh, and white people have no reason to be racist, because we're the best, except for running.
*Disclaimer: that last sentence was only a joke, and if you take it seriously, you have entirely proven the point.