Imagine for a moment that you're Indian.
You wake up coughing from the smog seeping through your window and shovel a sloppy mix of rice and spices into your mouth with your bare hands. After a few minutes popping a squat in the road to clear your bowels you start your morning commute navigating past crowds of your countrymen, shit and trash on the road, and a few stray water buffalo to stuff yourself into a packed train with no AC, surrounded by hordes of sweaty men. Behind you you heard a scream, two people hanging onto the side of the locomotive were dragged underneath the tracks. Pretty quiet commute today all things considered. Finally you arrive at a nondescript office building in the middle of Gohtashitbad and settle in for 10 hours of pestering the elderly for google play cards when you get a call.
It's your brahmin friend Suckdeep that immigrated to the west a few months ago, asking if you'd be interested in a business opportunity in technical sales AI moneymaking management or some bullshit. Naturally, after surveying your surroundings, you agree and sell your possessions to get on the first flight out of there.
When you arrive you notice something is off. Everyone, even the normal racial "underclasses" of said country, whether that's middle eastern muslims or african migrants or hispanics, want nothing to do with you. You thought you'd find solidarity among the other oppressed minorities in this nation but they can't stand the sight of you. They make curry jokes and call you Pajeet. They plug their nose when you're around and do the Apu voice right in front of you. Women in general find you repulsive, but that's okay because you were never getting laid in India anyway. But what really burns you up inside is that your "job" is a complete sham. You're paid dirt to produce shoddy work and have to sustain yourself with degrading "gig" jobs where you serve the dominant cultures that you've grown to despise. That is your life now.