People in India cover the whole color spectrum.
I guess they've got white, tan, khaki, cafe-con-leche, and black privilege, all at once.
A couple of weeks before they went home, we invited them for dinner. I asked them if there were anything they couldn't eat, expecting to get a list of meats.
To our surprise, they said anything was fine, even beef. We had a long chat into the night about what the Indians from the south thought of those from the north (the bureaucrat and government official class).
It was as good as a barbecue in the Carolinas sharing our thoughts about the DC ruling class.