When she returned, I looked at her and candidly said “that shit is so racist”. She met my anger with an uncomfortable smile, “I know in your country it’s racist, but here, it’s the exact opposite – it’s inclusion! He was black and we want to include that”. Even more irritated now, I asked her, “if it’s about inclusion – why couldn’t you just find a black person?” Her reply, “because, Mercedes, there are no black people here. How do they celebrate the holiday in your country?” her uncomfortable smile now turning into a nervous chuckle. “They just use a black person!” I shouted, then I immediately stopped speaking, because there’s no point arguing with someone who is committed to misunderstanding you. How can she tell me, a black person, that shit ISN’T racist? I thought as I walked out of her room.Ver más Blackface in Spain: How can she tell me, a black person, that shit ISN’T racist?