Yeah, well cotton is racist too cause it’s WHITE. About as bright a comment as saranwrap made.
My dad would try to find racism in anything.
*in the supermarket*
“Now son just look at these cocoa puffs. Now you ask yourself why must I be coocoo for the cocoa puffs? The white man think I’m crazy? The white cereal frosted flakes are grrreat but the cocoa puffs make you coocoo! And why is the brown rice called wild rice? Just because it’s brown? And why are the black olives in a can? The green olives in a nice jar, but the black olives is in a can! Ask yourself why do they lock the black olives up? See what the white man tell you? You coocoo, you too wild, and you gotta be locked up!!”
We didn’t watch sports when I was growing up because ‘the black people don’t watch sports’ but my dad did let us watch bowling. He liked the symbolism of that big black ball crashing toward those ten white pins. And all the pins had red necks.. - Some black comedian who’s name I can’t remember.