Um... no. ...

You ask for a hamburger, He gives you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. He gives you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. He gives you a hamburger. You look at his face, and he is pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. He gives you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with him to go across the street. He hears only children's laughter. He gives you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. He is your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. He gives you a hamburger. As you kill him, he does not make a sound. He gives you a hamburger.

The subject finds its way into my train of thought on occasion, and while I do for the most part agree with the inference you've presented, I highly doubt that the abominable world-views that are racism and sexism would be completely abolished following such a moral revolution no matter how much thought and reasoning was drilled into mankind's skulls, as is evidenced by the omnipresent ignorance of the human race itself.

I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.