Because there's no such thing.

White is no different than black when you subtract economics.

I grew up with Russian ancestry during the Cold War, with a last name that clearly identified me as such. So, I was a "dirty commie," even though my grandfather escaped through a POW camp in Finland to leave behind his beloved Motherland that had been ruined by Dzhugashvili.

The year of the L.A. Olympics, 1984. I and a black friend, Kendrick, were assaulted by a substitute teacher for refusing to pledge allegiance to the flag in grade school.

I was talking to my best friend, the darkest black man you could imagine, a refugee from the Sudan, last week about our childhoods. He told me I grew up black--by which he really meant I grew up impoverished, on the wrong side of the tracks, subject to unwarranted prejudice because of my ethnicity. I wouldn't go that far--America's hate for their old ally Russia is a drop in the bowl compared the its centuries of slavery (but here we fucking go again; I thought we were done with this shit in 1991).

In short, OP, get your head out of your ass and explore the real world.