Yes, I said it. I'm racist. Not your all-out, "kyll all the jEws!!!1!111!!!oneone!1!!!" type of racism, but small, subtle hints of irritation to every race that we all have. I know I'm not the only one annoyed by the illegal immigration of Hispanics. I do feel for them, as my parents were refugees because of the Vietnam War in Laos, but if my parents went through the whole process of citizenship, why can't you? And aren't you irritated when someone breaks out in another language you don't understand just so you can't eavesdrop on them? (Being Asian, however, allows me to admit that it is awesome that others don't know what we're saying. But it must be annoying for you non-Hmong speakers.)

But back to the matter at hand, racism. We all do it to a specific point, even if we don't bring out the big, nuclear guns and point them at our multicultural neighbors. Lately I've noticed that I'm predisposed to being friendly to Asians as opposed to our white counterparts. That is, if you're Asian, you have more points in my book than a Caucasian (in other words, a Cauc-asian). The fact that I myself am Asian probably answers this mystery, yet I know I shouldn't be that way. Despite the colors of our skin and the length of our hair, we, technically, are still human. Though not necessarily the same in every aspect, we do share some common qualities.

God made us all in His wonderful image.