I want to talk about something else.
The other thing.
I want you to see a woman with an eye patch.
She’s not dressed in a revealing dress.
She has a nice dress, not a flashy one.
She wears a blazer.
She doesn’t have a veil.
She looks like an American, not an Indian.
I like the way you see her.
I have no problem with this, because I’m a white woman.
I’ve lived my whole life in America, and I know what America looks like.
You don’t have to wear the most ostentatious clothing to be a beautiful American woman.
You know, you’re pretty, you don’t wear lipstick, you have long hair.
You’re not going to get married, and if you do, you’ll probably get divorced.
And you’ll have a great time and you’ll be very happy and you can have children.
You’ll be the most successful person in the world, and you’re going to have everything going for you.
That’s the American dream, that’s what we want to believe in.
I don’t know how many times you have to see it to realize it.
The way we see a beautiful woman is like this.
We think she’s beautiful because she’s white, but she’s not, because she looks different.
She hasn’t worn lipstick or been given any makeup.
She still looks like a white girl.
She was born white, right?
We don’t want you, our children, to look like a different race.
I know, I know.
I get it.
But it doesn’t matter how many people have to say that.
We don “feel” the way we feel.
It doesn’t make any difference what we think or what our emotions are.
It’s all about the perception.
I hate to tell you this, but if you tell me I look like this and I wear the same clothes as you, I’ll stop watching you.
You won’t like it.
You wouldn’t like my clothes.
If you tell you that, I’m going to say, I think you’re beautiful.
You might think it’s a compliment, but you’re not.
We have a lot of friends who look like me.
We talk about these things.
They are people we’ve met in college.
We’ve gotten to know them in person.
We tell them how much we admire them.
I say, you are beautiful, but I’m not.
I never liked you.
I said you’re very pretty.
I didn’t like your hair.
I think it was too short.
You look like an Indian, and that’s not what I was looking for.
You have the same skin color as me.
You do wear the exact same clothes, and yet you look different.
And yet you’ve got that perfect American face.
You say you have the best smile, and all of a sudden, I don, you say, well, what are you smiling about?
I don;t think I have the exact facial expression you do.
That makes you look like some kind of caricature.
You smile, you look happy.
But what are the differences?
There are certain things that you have in common.
You can’t look at me without seeing me wearing the exact clothing that you do without being able to see how beautiful I am.
And I don?t want you looking at me like that.
That can make you hate me.
But if you can see that, you can’t hate me either.
You will be able to love me.
When you see me, you will say, it makes you happy to see me.
I love you, and it’s nice to see that.
If we can all see the difference, I can’t see the differences.
I just want you all to see this, and we can talk about how much I love each other.
I feel so strongly about this.
If I ever see you looking like this, I want it to be you.
And when I see you wearing that same clothes that I do, I just can’t help but feel happy.
If only I could see the beauty in you.
When I look at you, it feels so good.
When people see you, they see that beautiful face.
I can see your soul in your eyes.
You are beautiful.
I am proud of you.
If this was your first day at school, would you like to take a picture with me?
Or would you prefer to wait outside?
The answers to both of these questions are the same.
You want to do the best you can to help me be a better person, because you love me, too.
But I want them to be different.
I’d like to tell them to give me some time to reflect.
I could tell them you don?re here with me today, and maybe I can tell you something about