Okay guys,
I have something I'm dying to say. I am in a unique position in society. My blood consists of black, Native American and Caucasian (I'm a mut). My mannerisms and my "white"-sounding speech, nice, caramel-brown skin complexion and staight, soft, silky hair often leads many whites, blacks and Indians (both "India" indians and Native American "indians") to think I'm an indian of some sort. Most of my acquaintences in private life as well as at work and school do tend to be mostly caucasian, if not totally.
I admit that it is my true nature that I have the speech and mannerism and "taste" in music, etc. that are not typical of most blacks. I also admit that I have treated like crap from jealous blacks and have been accepted by whites more often that blacks because of my mannerisms and interest. I also have to admit that I, too, have a streak of prejudice against some members "of my own race", as they say.
I'm not perfect, I'm not a doctor or engineer, and I'm not of India. Actually, I have more "immediate" caucasian blood that you "India" guys. But what's so pathetic is that some of you want oh so badly to be white. It's really disgusting, the obvious way you suck up to whites and try your damnest to assure everyone that you guys have no connection to black people. It's so funny because you know how racists you are and that you stereotype blacks. God forbid you be seen associating with a black (or brown) person. It's so fun for me to watch you type of guys trying your best to not be noticed by me as you try like hell to figure out what the I am (race-wise).
Some of you don't even want to date your own race. You will associate more with "my kind" (you know, doesn't really look like and ape but looks like Halle Barry and talks like a white girl and is not on welfare) than you would with Ms. Ghetto Girl, however. In college, I had a "friend" name Padma, she was of India. She only dated white guys (as do I admitedly). She never spoke to me or looked at me until one day. She seemed to notice I had all white friends and pretty hair. Since I seemed so "white" we ended up chatting. Guess what about? We both had no intentions of every marrying a black guy OR an INDIAN guy. She hated Indian guys because they weren't as cute as white guys. She said my hair made all the difference in the world. I said Yeah, I know. But later, I puked my guts out that I was right in my belief that Indians think their shit doesn't stink.
As I got older, I matured (a little), although far from perfect. I look at your types as deparate and pathetic and full of self-hate. You're going to run out of options for a mate if you think you're white. I'm done.