Guess I'm still blissfully ignorant here.
With the exception of one or two people on here, I would surmise that the vast majority of DR1ers do not interact with the "elite" classes on a peer level.
Try this test: In your home country, did you interact with heads of state or captains of industry on a regular basis? Didn't think so.
Now, move down to another country, as a visitor (for however long). Be viewed as a gringo, or outsider, who does not bring any value to that group (meaning aristocratic lineage or deep, deep pockets). Why would they view you as equals? You're not from old money, you're not rich (in their sense), and their preteen children know more about the language and culture and social mores than most "enlightened" expats ever will.
And they know that.
Get my point? Chip can show up in a Range Rover pulled by a dozen Haitians (to reduce mileage) with his alabaster skinned wife waving to the masses, and he'll still be viewed as an outsider.
AZB can be ferried around the country by his buddies as they show off their exotic Pakistani-American pe--I mean, "friend," but if all the comments of a racist and elitist society are true, then as a matter of logic he's too brown, too asian, and too new money to ever be viewed as an equal.
NOBODY who is not born into aristocracy in an "old world" culture can expect to be accepted as anything other than "tacky new money." Note, I'm not trying to demean anyone, but they are demeaning because THEY DON'T SEE YOU AS EQUALS, in DR or any other country, no matter what you think.
It's the universal perogative of the moneyed class to look down upon all others, because most people (wrongly) equate cash with class and character.
Over generations, new money becomes old, and the math changes, but for those who are currently in country, forget about it.
Once again, my question: so what? You likely didn't interact with the ruling class back at home, and did just fine. Why are you obsessed with cracking that society here? They appreciate your filling their pockets with your money and their ears with your entertaining gringo stories, but they don't want you in their little club.
It's like obsessing over Skulls and Bones, the Yale organization for the future rulers of the world. If they wanted you, I'm sure they would have let you know by now. Meantime, get over it, love the ones who love you, and live your life.