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(Sunday morning, INT: EB and JH's apartment)

JH: Ellen?
EB(eating): Mm?
JH: Did you really think me playing Raj was racist?
EB: Well, let me ask you this - if we had, without warning, invited another player who happened to be Indian, would you have hastily changed your character to "Roger"?
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JH: I dunno. I mean, it's not like I gave him a goofy accent and made him a convenience store clerk or anything. I guess I'm just overthinking it because, as a white guy, I don't really have any experience about being discriminated against. No one's ever been racist at me.
EB: What, you've never watched anime?
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JH: What?
EB: Think about it. Huge, overly expressive eyes... long, angular limbs... pointy chins... bizarre hair and eye colours that aren't found in nature... the traditional anime/manga depiction of a human being started out as a Caucasian caricature. It's what some old racist Japanese artist thinks we look like.
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JH: And it lampoons our ethnic tendency to blush in diagonal lines, or sweat in one basketball-sized drop when exasperated?
EB: Well, of course! All us true pureblooded white people can do that. If you can't, you should tell your Mom she's got some 'splaining to do.