In another life, I taught at a school in Mexico. There were many American teenage children at the school. These American children were the sons and daughters of American diplomats and American ex pat millionaires, oxymoronic as that might be. They were a really delightful lot of Americans but all were spoilt,inherently lazy, and inattentive being much given to the Mexican habit of tomorrow is another day. Inevitably I failed the entire class on a Shakespeare project which I had given them and for which they had all had plenty of time to prepare.
He who would call me a racist for relating that true story must surely be a bigot and one furthermore much addicted to playing fast card games under the bed clothes with a flashlight.