In most cases racists don't pose a serious threat. They are easy to recognize and most people know how to deal with them. However, there is another strain of racism much more virulent and lethal, a strain more subtle and harder to diagnose, a strain that exists in all of us no matter what our colour, religion and background may be and the author believes, if given the right set of circumstances, each of us is capable of falling prey to that strain of nastiness.
In the novel Racist, Frank Freemont, a middle-aged, liberal-thinking white man suffers a humiliating experience and finds himself turning into a full-blown, hate-filled racist. The question now is, can Frank recognize the hatred for what it is, overcome it, and regain some sense of balance?
In this day and age when all of us are constantly barraged with images of racism and violence, the question facing each of us is, can we rise above the tides of hate and maintain our sense of balance or will we succumb to our darker side?