I think a lot of huwhite libs have a misconception about how they're perceived, in that they think other races want to join them near the top of the cultural pantheon and do stuff like live in quiet leafy neighborhoods, exchange tasty ethnic cuisine, and enjoy gay Broadway musicals. Call it the suburban Kumbaya.

On the other hand a lot of people on the hardcore right think that minorities are on a mission to destroy white people specifically. Actually this is a misconception (except about rich Jews).

Outside of deracinated whites, the overriding psychology is ethnic narcissism. Minorities agitate to climb to the top, but if you've ever known them at "the top" then you realize they actually don't care much about whites, or other races, either for good or bad. It's all about self-love, associating with people who mirror your own traits. They enjoy twerking to rappers you can't understand and if you don't get it, you're invisible. Or they'll serve up a 10-course curry meal for a house party in pure blissful ignorance of whether a single white person (or Mexican, or Korean) attended. This is the climate at the Eric Adams administration. The important thing to him isn't pushing out Irish and Italians, it's being able to hang out with the brothas and sistas all day while they run the city into the ground. Notice the distinct absence of Chinese at a time when Queens is basically an Asian borough.

I'm a hapa, so I've seen more than a few settings. An image that's become familiar to me is a white guy or girl on the periphery of a bunch of ethnic friends. They could be a nervous smiling lib who's flattered to be the white guinea pig plied with Kenyan donuts and spicy radishes or a savvy operator interested in having "experiences" and deliberately unconcerned with his own ethnic identity. Either way, they spend time meditating on being the white friend in a non-white group, while the group only cares about the group and couldn't care less if a ringer is attached.

I was at a wedding recently where the bride and groom were both halfies. Technically this should have made it some kind of 21st century post-ethnic celebration of enlightenment, but in practice, the bride made a heartfelt declaration of "I AM INDIAN" to a sea of saris and kurtas before the white grandfather was driven out of the reception by Bollywood music at 100 decibels. The other family was OK, much more culturally American, but it was clear which side won out. I just felt sad.