“It’s Zulu … I am a Zulu. And he laughed sarcastically at the thought of calling himself a Zulu - Bessie Emery Head

All life flows continuously like water in the stream and I am only some of the water in the stream, never able to gauge my depth. The hours, the years, the eternities slip by too quickly, moving, changing, never the same thing. I move with this current to the ocean only to be flung back again to the stream. The cycle seems unending, repetitive. [Where is the Hour of the Beautiful Dancing of Birds in the Sun-wind?,

You just have to look different ... then seemingly anything can be said and done to you as your outer appearance reduces you to the status of a non-human being.

Before the white man became universally disliked for his mental outlook it was there.