As I am sitting in the Bulldog Pub and sipping my drink, my eyes occasionally stray toward the television screen. A soccer game is on. The names of the two teams tell me nothing about where they are from, but the prim venue suggests Northwestern Europe. At first I am surprised by the number of African players on both sides, but then I notice a few Asian ones among them, as well. Delighted, I do my best not to watch the game. I could not care less about soccer, but the racial mix on the field attracts me no end. Would that it were a standard fare in human affairs. It does not take me long to stop fantasizing, though. The way things are, the racial mix so close to my heart is appropriate only for gladiatorial spectacles, such as soccer. Away from the field, not even the players spend much time with each other, I am ready to bet. The racial mix I so enjoyed while living in America and Britain was only superficial, anyhow. Without racial intermixing, it does not go far beyond the television screen that attracts my attention against my will.