I've lived near the feral kind nearly my entire life. I was babysat by a race mixer with two mulatto daughters and two White children (White children were grown and moved out already).
I remember having to go to a family reunion (for the black side) at a local park. I was maybe 5 or 6 at the time.
When we got there... it was nogs as far as the eye could see. I was extremely uncomfortable. Then, the older mulatto daughter asked me the words I never until then...
> "Are you a racist?"
I secretly panicked. I knew I did not like being there around them. I didn't mind the mulattos as much... BUT... the amount of black and gold Cadillacs, weed, 40s, basketball... I knew I didn't belong there. I had nothing in common with these savage children. Of course, to save face, I said...
> "Of course I am not!"
Looking back now... I remember the looks on all the yung'N's faces when they saw me. They hated me immediately and yet...
> "Of course I am not (racist)!"
P.S. Racemixer babysitter had her husbands sister babysit my brother and I at times. Her babysitting skills were having us watch all the horror flicks from the late 70's-80's. In hindsight, that woman had every intent in scarring us emotionally because who the fuck shows Nightmare on Elm Street to a 5 year old?
What was your first encounter of being called a "racist"?
It was all new at the time so I like many others was caught off guard with it so naturally I like others was on the defensive. No I'm not racist.....
But for me I was still really completely asleep on the issue until Jacob Blake got shot for legit reasons in 2020, and the media tried framing it as an innocent black man got shot by the cops situation. I bought the George Floyd situation, but some black psycho with a knife getting shot as a victim of racism, wasn't something the media could sell me on.
Now it's a compliment to be called it. If you're not considered racist (at least by the Kate Hikes definition) then you're doing something wrong as a white person.