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The Race-Ist
As a kid in the eighties in South Africa, Lukas dreams of becoming a quarter mile racing champ. His mom tells him to stay away from those people because they are Racists. Lukas is too young to know what a racist is and hears it as 'Race-ist'. The Film follows his journey as a young man in modern South Africa where the limitation of color no longer applies.
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As a kid in the eighties in South Africa, Lukas dreams of becoming a quarter mile racing champ. His mom tells him to stay away from those people because they are Racists. Lukas is too young to know what a racist is and hears it as 'Race-ist'. The Film follows his journey as a young man in modern South Africa where the limitation of color no longer applies.
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