Racist love is still racist! As for me not being universal—why? Because I’m yellow? Because I’m only half white? Because I’m a refugee? Because I’m from your former colony? Because I have the wrong accent? Because my looks are disdained? Because my food is offensive? If Jesus Christ, child of refugees, born poor in a stable, a colonized person, a hick from the backwaters, despised by his society’s leaders and by the rulers of his leaders, a humble carpenter—if this Jesus Christ became universal—then so can I, motherfucker!
