So, now you're saying I can't describe a person in a story?
I've got news for you, I have a few stories that aren't racist in the slightest, but would make no sense if my lily white ass had done it.
For instance, I was playing pool in a frat bar one night. Ended up meeting this balls gentleman and we teamed up for doubles when the place got busy. We were holding the table, having a great time. In between games he came over to me giggling, and pulled me to the chalk cone, and told me to rub my hand over. I wouldn't, he insisted, to the point that talc was falling from my hand.t. I didn't get it. Then he bowed his head down and said, 'palm me'.
Now, if it were my white head, that story ends with me having powder on my head that blends in and can't really be seen.