Maybe it makes more sense to me because I come from a place in time where White people did not hire Black people. In 1971 Tennessee, I recommended a Black friend of mine for a job in a large store where I worked. The guy was good as gold, but he did not get the job. When I asked him about it, he said "what do you think?" He had this pained look on his face, smiling as good as he could, like a mix between laughing and crying. I knew what he was telling me, that he did not get the job because he was Black, and my first reaction was that he was mistaken to feel that way. Then I thought about it, and I knew that he was 100% right. I'll never forget it.
Maybe you should forget it. This is not the same country as it was in 1971.