it’s true. I could give a fuck less about what any brown person (this refers to East Indian specifically, cause I live in Vancouver) does. i never give a second glance to any news of a brown dude getting murdered, deported, or in any other way experiencing trouble. a white or black person I would care way, way more.

so yes, i pretty much am a racist. but the town I grew up in bred this hate inside me. going to a brown majority school scarred me for life, I hate brown people with an intense fiery passion. it’s how they talk, how they perceive themselves as deserving better than this country (even though they left an utter shithole to come here), they think they’re better than me because they have multiple incomes and can afford expensive clothes and they know that in reality white people can’t do anything because we’re outnumbered everywhere. i hear about brown kids jumping people all the time, it almost happened to me twice. i must say, besides getting my first blowjob, punching a brown guy in the face was the most satisfying moment of my life. I wore my broken knuckles like a badge of honor.

they treat women like shit too. I boil over with rage whenever I see a brown guy with a white girl or even talking to one at a party. one of my ex’s phoned me crying because a brown guy tried to rape her at a party. thankfully he got chased out. there are exceptions to this rule though, approximately 1 out of every 150 brown guys is chill.

so yes. I lack basic empathy for brown people, but it’s their own fault.

P.S. I love black people, i’m fine with mexicans and asians. just brown people. fuck ‘em—