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A few days ago I turned on the TV and found a show called HEY HEY HEY! (As in Fat Albert's "Hey, hey, hey!") Actually, I don't know the name of the show, but it was set at HEY HEY HEY club.
On the show were Koreans singing Ray Charles' songs.
In blackface.

I was discussing this later with Good Man, who didn't approve (of course), but who argued that Koreans don't know better. I called him on that. I argued that Korea can use that excuse for one second, and that second is long up and passed.
Before I came here, there were the Bubble Sisters. They are a group of Korean girls who sing pop songs in blackface, while wearing pajamas and sporting curlers in their hair.

Then we have the Hitler Bar (of which there have been a few!) and Korean companies very recently using Hitler as an advertising image. Oh, but who cares about Nazis? "[...]at least they dressed well." Recently a school had an international festival with a parade. One guess as to who and what represented Germany.
One of the theme parks used to run an ad with an "African" running around with a spear yelling "tika tika!"

When Colbert criticized Korean singer Rain in one of the funniest videos I've ever seen, Koreans freaked out. Had Colbert done it wearing yellow grease paint, with his eyes taped back into little slits, Koreans would have actually had a good reason. But, oh, no, we don't know better, they collectively claim.
Korean politicians claim that Korea is "international" now that a whopping 2% of it is "foreign." (Most of which is coming from Asian day workers and Asian women marrying South Korean farmers because there aren't enough females here due to the preference for male children.)
They want their economy to be greater (currently 12th GDP), bigger, better! Come on! This is Dynamic Korea: Hub of Asia!
They want to be Korea, Sparkling!
And yet... Koreans still routinely prefer white native English speakers over non-white ones, with a hogwon recently using "If you're white, you're alright!" as it's advertising slogan. Asians (including kyopos, ethnic Koreans raised abroad) also have a problem getting hired here.
My province's textbooks (I think the nation's textbooks) have one (or two, if it's a really special lesson) token black characters in them. These characters have red cheeks, big lips, and dreads. Always dreads. And they like basketball! Our province provided "international" map shows the sole African wearing a grass skirt, no shoes, big gold earrings and! And! He's carrying a spear! (I'm shocked they named the token characters Peter and Thomas instead of Jamal and Malcolm.) Their white characters are almost all blond, and amazingly, even their little cartoon Asian characters all have "big" eyes. Wait, except for the Japanese, who have "small" eyes. A little self-hatred, perhaps?
They have an ad for black bean tea featuring a black guy (big, fat, with an Afro, of course) rapping. The bean is black! The guy in the ad must be black! YES! We are sooooooo multi-cultural and international and sparkling!
And I'm going off about how Korea thinks it's so sparkling, dynamic, and hubbish and Good Man is just nodding. I know Good Man is not racist. He's also not homophobic, which is somewhat amazing. But we're talking and he says, "I don't think I would have a problem with African-Americans."
"No, of course not, why would you? Have you ever—" I was going to ask if he'd ever had a problem, but I suddenly switch gears, "Have you ever talked to a black person?"
"No. Not in real life."
I hit my head. "You've never met a black person?"
"No. I haven't had the opportunity."
I know he's right. He would have to specifically seek out a black person (or hang out in Itaewon) to meet them in this country. But still, I can't believe it. "You've never met a black person," I mutter.
"It's not my fault."
"I know, I know."
Sometimes I can't wrap my head around this country.