In the early 1970s, I worked as a part-time waiter in a Lau Fau Shan restaurant. During employees' meal breaks, little food was put on a worn wooden table in a squalid open area with no sitting benches. If a western traveller happened to see us eating in herdlike standing positions, he might infer the spiritless and obtuse Hongkongers were eating like European males peeing in the leafy woods.
In the early 1980s, while I was studying my first law degree as a mature student, no study groupings of my young peers had ever invited me to join them. When I was randomly assigned to a property law tutorial group of eight as the only male student, the lecturer could not help but jokingly remark that: "Peter - with the girls again!" As a married man having no spare heart to hurt anyone, I was somewhat welcomed.
Racism and sexism are probably in our blood and we reinforce them by learning from the people and institutions around us. While some of us might not reveal the dark side of our minds of any of our biases and prejudices, others might exhibit them in their attitudes or actions. If a person is so organized to maintain a private diary, documenting personal experience and observations, he is what he writes.
What a 20th C humanitarian icon could not understand was the kind of fatal attraction that Chinese women possess. Just look at their healthy skin tone, their mesmeric eye shapes and their low waist-hip ratio, not to mention the niceties of the feminist East feel in them. A resulting industrious "dreary" is that out of the 7.6 billion world population in 2018, 19% (1.3 billion) of it are of the Han Chinese race - me included!