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1: Early morning.
2: A grisly crew gathers.
> Huh. When we’re in black and white, even I’ve forgotten what colour I was supposed to be.
> Now ain’t that interesting! I thought colours were the whole point of a diversity mural.
> Shouldn’t there be other cues though? Isn’t half of diversity an emphasis on culture?
> Sure! Sandra behind me is in the gele someone in her tribe might have worn. I’m not sure. She’s not entirely sure, either, but what counts for now is that she’s black and wearing something a black person would traditionally wear.
> And you’re wearing a serape …but you’re terribly white.
> I’m appreciating other cultures.
> The US has a weird obsession with proving how diverse we are! All! The! Time!
> Look at how many skin tones are represented here! And yet how little culture or heritage!
> We’re all part of the grand American tradition!
> What, homogenising culture into one unoffensive slurry?
> Yes, that. And garish ostentation, to the effect of hiding the unpleasant reality unde larger-than life uncanny valley.
> High saturation!
> High contrast!
> ULTRA LIFELIKE!
> Wait, what’s so unpleasant about reality?
> One-fifth of this neighbourhood lives in poverty.
> Well, as long as things stay pretty.
> Do you think we’re pretty?