I was given the book by someone who didn't see this or my own perspective on homo sapiens rapiens, "This sounds like you".
Because the gifter is one of the "winners" in colonialist competition. I admit my white privilege of hanging on the flapping coattails, but I am watching the terrain for that time when most of us fall off. Trying to predict where and in what condition we or the land will be in is impossible. The tuxedo is worn by the mean Mean offspring of Colonialism's fanatical unholy (assholery) Competition, and it has no path, just wholesale blind destruction as it runs, drives and flies to Utopia (nowhere).