So I guess my point is that the above thought process with regards to mushroom men from outer space falls over at (1), because no mushroom man ever tried to kill your great-great-great^1,000-grandfather, so your under-the-hood reptilian brain isn't sending you subconscious signals to distrust the friendly 'shroom who's offering you space candy.
I am not an academic in this field, but it is my understanding that racism has less to do with ancestral attempts at violence and more to do with a feeling that we are not getting the dominance that we feel we deserve. White people, including myself, grow up in a world in which we are taught that we will receive the submission of people who are arbitrarily classified into other "races." When we see that this is not the case, we experience feelings of threat, which we often interpret as fear, often express as hostility and often rationalise into a dislike of superficial differences.
Or, put another way, no mushroom better give me lip. His place is to be delicious seared in butter and then left to simmer in red wine for a little while until he's absorbed the flavour. /s
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