I try not to get involved in these kinds of discussions. But you lobbed this out there, so I feel like this community can benefit from a personal story.
I'm not white. I'm human. Or just: I am.
I had an Indian friend growing up. Wonderful man. One of the few in our predominantly white township.
His parents owned a hotel.
And they inspired a desire for education and learning in him.
I ran into him in the university town of one of the top state universities one day after being rejected myself. It was awkward, but it also made me happy.
I recognize there are maybe cultural differences with strict parenting styles. But regardless, that hotel gave his parents a space to raise a damn nice kid who made something of himself.