Tay Zonday very poetically and directly addresses the covert existence of racism, and the bone deep damage it can inflict on those who experience it. I have personally experienced most of the things he mentioned, and I'm still baffled by the fact that normally developed people (in their right minds) could ever believe that racism is dead! If racism is dead, I'm a straight haired blonde girl with blue eyes! There's only one thing worst for an individual than to be snubbed, criticized, abused and unrightly judged when they haven't done anything that every American citizen has the right to do, and that is for their entire race to be treated that way. Can we not all get together again and have the same mind to demand respect as a part of the human race?