When I walk around or take a subway, even in my university, I can often see foreigners who are from different countries. Sometimes, I greet to them and address lightly. Frankly, however, I hesitate against the black without reason. Even though they don’t speak any words to me, I keep away by only their skin. I always think some people can’t great than other people, but I don’t know why I can’t take generous attitude against the black when I meet them. Strangely, my action is contradictory to my words.