This quotation reminds me of settlers malding literally every time I talk about trying to find a way to China. "You know they hate Black people over there, right? You know you'd never find a home or a job over there, right?"
Well, my crackerish 'friend', how do they feel about the royal us over here? How'd the pigs feel about the chalk outlines they make week by week by week by week? How do the Karens feel when they see someone different walking down the road out their kitchen window? How do the statesmen feel when they redline our neighborhoods further and further into the ghetto, kick the can on the replacement of our water lines, pipeline us from dilapidated, Jim Crow-assed schools into prisons? How do they feel here?
Then cue the shrieks of 'that doesn't happen here' and 'whataboutism' and 'that's russian/chinese/enemy-du-jour disinformation' and... tl;dr the natural state of the imperial settler is contradiction and dissonance.