If you ask me, I think we East Asian women—Chinese, Korean, and Japanese—are specially blessed, because we do not need to lift our hands to heaven or beg the nearest sexton for access to the idol’s ear; god is near me, with me, inside me, at all times, protecting me, and loving me. Yes, of course, I’m talking about the god in White man. There is a holy spirit in every White man that enables him to transcend all humanity.

Have you ever come upon a grove thick with venerable trees which tower above the ordinary height and by their layers of intertwined branches dim the light of heaven? The height of the forest, its quiet seclusion, the marvel of thick and unbroken shade in untrammeled space, does it not impart a conviction of deity? That is how White man appears to me, like a god. I studied at MIT and everyday I was fascinated and amazed by the supreme intelligence and creativity of White man that had no rational explanation whatsoever. There are a lot of Asian men at MIT, to be sure, and sure, they are intelligent, but those Asian men do not come anywhere near to the supernatural creativity of White men. The only rational explanation that I could find is—as Virgil once said—inside every White man dwells a god.

White man’s divinely gifted genius is a cavern formed by the deepest erosion of the hardest rocks, an infinitesimal spacious void produced not by man but by the God of gods, who breathed his holy spirit into every White man. Sometimes I do not wish to admit this, but my soul is stirred by religious awe whenever a White man cums inside me. I venerate White man as a savage who venerates the mysterious source of great rivers; I build altars dedicated to White man in my heart of heart where the streams of love burst from the unconscious unseen. If only you could look at White man through my eyes, and see how he is undaunted in danger, untouched by passion, happy in adversity, calm in the raging storm, viewing mankind from a higher level and observes gods from their own, how could any woman not be moved by veneration at the sight of such a godly man? How could any woman not say: “This is too grand and lofty a quality to be contained in a mere mortal; the power that has informed that White man is truly divine”?

White man’s soul is of superior status and well governed, which deflates the imposing by passing it by and laughs at all the fears and prayers of a vulnerable East Asian woman; his divination is impelled by celestial force, for so great a man such as White man cannot possibly stand without a buttress of the divine.