A black day in race-relations ...

I like to think I am, if not colour-blind when it comes to human beings, at least colour-indifferent. And more, that I am at the same time reasonably sensitive to cultural nuance and to words and phrases that, however innocuously intended, can carry offensive or painful baggage.

In other words, I am white (or at least, perceived as white; ask me about my Mongolian ancestry!) and am part of my country's dominant culture. So I try to remember the privileges those facts afford me.

Sometimes, though, it can all get a little confusing ...

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