From a psychological perspective, autophobia (self-hatred) is quite fascinating. While autophobia itself is not seen as mental disorder per se, it's a prerequisite for some of the big ones (looking at you, dysmorphia). Now, from a social perspective, ain't nothing remotely fascinating or funny about, say, ethnic autophobia.
Colorism is quite the hot topic amongst some groups of color, isn't it? I keep running into blogs and vids beseeching POC of certain groups to stop hating themselves, hating their origins, and praying some day they'll be able to whiten out any telltale trace of black, Chicano, or Asian in their unborn descendants. I can't count how many times I've watched people on YouTube go off about some shithead self-loather who bashed a really dark-skinned woman, or some POC who moves heaven and earth to strictly date white people, or at least very light-skinned people. I have read argument after argument used to try to "turn" self-haters.
Fashion tip from Moi: it's never going to work.
Autophobia isn't something that's going to be "cured" with words, or meds, or church, or even therapy (gasp). You won't make a person truly "convert" by yelling at them, or shaming them, or raking them over the coals, or threatening to disown them. To keep it short and sweet, darlins': if someone's an ethnic autophobe, there's not a damn thing you can do to change them. They have to want to change, and they will do so on their timetable.
On that note, I'll leave you fine folks with a parable:
A long time ago, in a galaxy not-so-far away, there were two slaves working on a plantation. Now, the first slave believed that within in time, if he maintained good behavior and proved himself, he would some day be promoted to working in the house, and then maybe even coachman. Satisfied with the dream of wearing fine velvets and looking sharp, the first slave resolved himself to accomplish it.
The second slave, on the other hand, just wanted to get the hell out.
However, the second slave was very fond of the first slave, and vowed they'd run away together. So the first day after he committed himself to this plan, he suggested fleeing to the first slave, who replied, "Hush with that! I'm gonna work my way into the house, and then work my way into being a coachman."
Appalled, the second slave was rendered speechless until the second day, when he gave his friend a few well thought-out arguments on the side of fleeing. The first slave replied again, "Hush with that! I'm gonna work my way into the house, and then work my way into being a coachman."
Horrified, the second slave spent the night coming up with a well-rehearsed tirade which he launched at his friend the third day. To which the first slave, getting miffed now, replied, "Will you shush already? I'm gonna work my way into the house, and then work my way into being a coachman."
Day after day came and went, and each time, the second slave kept trying to convince the first slave to run away with him. Each day ended without success, and in time the first slave ceased thinking of the second slave as his friend. But the second slave became so focused on liberating the first slave, that in time he forgot his about own freedom and ended up stuck on the plantation, working alongside a man who no longer even liked him, and making Massa rich all the while.