Within his own lifetime, a black skin ceased to be a curse and was accepted as normal by the great majority of Americans. Such an opinion is founded on nothing but a childish desire to jump the line and get a seat in a crowded theatre. But of course he is right in this respect: people usually prefer those with whom they have much in common. I prefer my brother to my cousin, my cousin/friend, to a stranger, a handsome stranger to an ugly one.
And I like strawberry more than chocolate.