A recent study by a wacko group in New Zealand determined that people prefer white robots to black robots because they are racist. I own no robots (of any color), but, trying to be a good Christian woman, I decided I should take stock of my life to see if, in fact, I am an unknowing racist. This is what I found:
I eat white rice.
I eat white mashed potatoes.
I eat white bread.
I eat white cauliflower.
I bake with white flour.
I eat white corn.
I eat popcorn, which is also white.
I eat Dairy Queen ice cream, which is white.
I have a white tablecloth.
I sleep on white sheets.
I have a white dog.
I dog sit my white grand dog.
I write on white paper.
When I type on my computer, it is on a white document screen.
My books all have white pages.
My printer prints on white paper.
My ceilings are white.
My woodwork is white.
I wear white shoes.
I wear white socks with my white shoes.
Some of my underwear is white.
I have white slacks.
I have white sweats.
The downspouts and guttering on our house are white.
The railing on our front porch is white.
I have flowers on the mantle in a white vase.
The lightbulbs in our house are white.
We have a white rosebush.
Alas! I found I must be a racist without having realized it! But my attempts to change my life have not gone well. My white dog strenuously objected when I tried to paint her black!