That's right, you're not racist because you told me you're not racist. I suppose there's no more to be said on the subject.
Since you've told me you're not racist I shouldn't bring up any of your other racist thoughts, actions, or behaviors.
Since you're not racist I shouldn't ask why you laughed at that racist joke at the party last night.
And how could you be racist when you voted for Obama? Twice.
And would a racist like you date a Black woman in college? Unlikely.
And if there was a racist bone in your body you wouldn't be listening to Beyonce on repeat on Spotify.
You couldn't be racist because you've checked and your ancestors didn't own slaves.
And how on earth could you be racist when you liked two Black Lives Matter posts on social media last week?
And even though you're not racist, you just think Black people would get more support if they stopped talking about race so much.
And you're the least racist person I know, which should be obvious because you live in Brooklyn. Or was it Oakland? Atlanta?
I guess you've made your point. You've repeatedly told me you're not racist. And you're getting pissed because I keep bringing it up.
It's people like me who are racist because we can't stop talking about racism.
You're wondering if I'll ever shut up.