It ain't working.
I'm pasty white Baptist raised Texan from generations ago. My last girlfriend and I spoke French, English, and Spanish with each other with no real problem (my Spanish is weak outside of the commercial kitchen). We reveled in multi-language puns.
My grandchildren only speak English, Cambodian, and some little bit of Spanish.
They all look different from me. What we share is a common culture of competence and respect.
Nothing like getting a group of folks around for a holiday and figuring out which language is going to be the standard for the evening.
And then having someone like me saying: На здоровье! and nobody having a clue what I was toasting.
But there is never hate there.
/johnny
Cheers or sumfin in Rooskian?
Anyhow yeah, God’s grace can get around the game still. BUT! The last thing you want to do is actually take the multi-culties to the bank to cash the checks of their empty promises as though they were really sincere and white culture mattered too. They’ll bounce quicker than you can say “Satan lied.”