Are we all racists deep inside of us?

As opposed to some dumbno people whom loudly declare their racist agendas, are we all also minor racist creatures hiding behind the all righteous mask?

One recent incident led me to this line of thought.

It happened on an evening when I decided to get my muscles churning at the private gym in my condo. I was busy running slowly on the treadmill when an unwelcomed negro came in.

African Negros, as you know, are not commonly found here in Mesia and you have to forgive me for saying that they are nothing more than trouble-makers on lands foreign to them. It is not rare to read stories of the black bastards not paying for the food they consume and constantly harrassing the locals, especially those of the fairer sex.

So, the fellow came in without making a sound or disturbing the environment, or so it seemed. To me, his presence brought along a cloud of stinking darkness that suddenly envoloped tiny gym room. It was like all of a sudden, the air was unbreathable, and the purity and sanctity of the room destroyed and push down the chasms of the burning hell.

It made me want to leave the room, to not breathe the air that he breathed, to not have to be in eye-contact with him and most of all to not have to touch or be near him at all.

In the end, the only thing I could think of is the value of my condo going down as more of these negros come moving in.

Am I a racist? Could you be one too?