That's sad. Mostly because the problem can fix itself easily, but few will make the leap: In places not dominated by identity politics, the only color that matters is the green in your pocket.

When I was a kid, many moons ago, my friend group looked like an after-school cartoon. A black woman, an asian woman, a white woman, a white man, and a native man. No one cared about race or origin. We were just that, a group of kids playing. It takes indoctrination in identity politics, to make that seem like a problem. There was no hierarchy, no oppression. The class was 35 people, there was no need for this combination to congregate. We were friends, we fit in together because of that simple fact.

It takes identity politics to make a group of people, bonding over something NOT tied to race, an issue.