Inherently

One day, a light-green man in dark glasses entered a bar. All patrons of this bar were dark green, and it's not surprising that it instantly became quiet in the bar. Confidently but quite delicately, man made his way through the crowd. He ignored indignant, bewildered, or even aggressive looks.

Finally, squeezing his way to the counter, he placed several banknotes on the shabby wooden surface and asked, "Can I get a glass of beer and some snacks, please? Nuts or crackers, or something salted else."

The bartender didn't move. Instead, he asked, "Do you understand where you are?"

The light-green man calmly replied, "Hopefully, at the bar. That's what they told me on the street."

"This is a bar for dark-green people. Light greens don't come here," the bartender explained.

"Ah, you mean this problem. People outside didn't warn me about the sign at the entrance," the light-green man stilled calm. "But I assure you, I am above this."

"There's no sign there," the bartender said aggressively. "We don't put up signs, unlike the light green ones. It would be called 'segregation'. And about your 'above this'.... I'll tell you: your cheap tolerance isn't welcome here."

"I'm afraid you didn't understand," the man removed his glasses. "It's not about tolerance. I am above this inherently. I have been blind since birth. Agree, it's hard to be a racist if you don't know what colour is."

The bartender was silent, looking into empty snow-white eyes.

"I must divide people into those who're the piece of shit," the light-green man continued, "and those who aren't. That's all. Imagine my choice's difficulty and simplicity."

He made a short pause, looking into space and enquired, "Now, if you're not a piece of shit, can I have my beer, please?"

The dark green bartender took the banknotes from the counter, threw them into the cash drawer and began to draw beer into a mug. He wasn't ashamed. He was envious.