that's racist ( dylan)

  She was silent for a moment, thinking about her answer. 'Eh...'
  Dylan smiled encouraging and waited patiently.
  'Just the entire concept of racis-ion... Racisistic... Ra... Racism... It's racism right? It better is,' Jess said.
  Dylan nodded with a smile. 'Yes, racism.' He sighed and thought for a moment about how he could tell her best. 'Well... I will pick an easy example,' he started. 'I have white skin.' He pointed to himself. 'And you have darker skin, right?' He pointed to Jess and waited for her approval.

  Jess laughed. 'Nobody's skin is white... That isn't possible,' she said as she rolled her eyes.
  Dylan raised an brow.
  'Oh my god imagine if people really had paper white skin... Oh my god poor unfortunate souls...' She looked around her. 'What was the question again?'
  Dylan looked at her for a moment before laughing a bit. 'I guess it will surprise you, but some people have whiter, or lighter, skin than I do, or others. The skin colour changes from person to person, everyone is unique,' Dylan said. 'But the people with lighter skin colour, like me, sometimes think they are better than people with darker skin, like you.'

  'I have never seen white foundation though.' Jessica laughed again. 'Pffff..  But I have more insta followers than Sophie... And Sophie has lighter skin so that makes me better already based on facts...'
  Dylan smiled. 'Well... There you get it, sort off... You think you are better because you have more followers, although it makes you no better to think that... But that's for an other day... Anyway, racism.' He took a breath, thinking how to formulate this good. 'Racism is the belief that you are better than other persons, based on their skin colour, religion, the country they are born in and some more. It's like... Not knowing a person at all, and when you find out one thing about them that you believe is wrong, you don't like them anymore. And you think they deserve nothing, or go to hell or something like that.'

  'Sooo... Teachers are racist too... I mean they know a few things about you and when you get one 1 they are suddenly 100% more strict...' she argued.
  Dylan shook his head. 'No, that's because they think you are not working hard enough, what will get you a 1. That's not because they're racist. They will be strict because they want to help you, or they're just strict, that's a possibility too.' He chuckled. 'Racism is when you can absolutely do nothing about it. Like your skin colour. You didn't choose that, it just is that way. Some people hate people with dark skin because they just have dark skin. They hate them only for their skin, without knowing the person.'

  'Well if people with a dark skin put on lots of foundation or use surgery they can get a different skin colour, so technicaly it is changable... Oh my god did I just fix a world problem?! Oh my god I could become like... The president or something... Boi this is awesome!'
  Dylan smiled. 'Yes, they can do that... But it isn't supposed to be a world problem, or that people will do that just to fit in. The world is on his way to accepting eachother, but we still have a long way to go.' He was silent for a moment. 'Do you hate people because they have different skin colour than you? Or if they have a different religion than you?' he asked, looking at her. He wasn't accusing her, he just hoped he would get her to know what racism is this way. He will use every way possible just to learn it her. Because he is that kind of person.