I met a girl with black hair and yellow skin this evening. Both of us attended a lecture named as Race, Gender and Education. When we walked through the same door, I thought that I would better say hello to her. I did and then asked “Are you Chinese?” She didn’t reply. I asked again. She said: “No. I came from Macao.” I said nothing. After a while, my English friend asked me: “Where is she from?” I said: “Macao. Actually, it’s part of China.” She heard and reacted: “I hate it! I hate it at all!” I kept silence. She went to a corner of the futherest row to the platform. I went to a seat in the middle of the theatre. I said to my friend: “I never thought that I could offend her in this way.” There is no anger in my heart. I understand that she don’t like China for some reason. However, it might be tough for her to deny her ethnic identity. I felt sad for her.