It all stems from a time he sat beside a black man in a sports bar in new york. He was nervous at first, choosing any words carefully, afraid to say anything that might be deemed offensive and result in an ass whupping, afraid to even clear his throat, but the guy he sat beside was entirely decent, asked him who he was rooting for in the game on the tv nearby, heard his accent, and asked him did he support man utd, that he did himself and loved ronaldo. The man then asked for his check and left. From this glas was changed forever, those racist jokes heād uneasily laughed at were moments of never ending shame, all those popular culture preconceptions about black people were wrong. They were sound, decent, he knew one for fucks sake! The fact this gentleman engaged him in conversation and didnt stab or kill him as he feared sitting down meant he was one of them now, far more enlightened than other irish people who had never shared such a cultural experience. He was going to point out to all those braindead white people the error of their ways.