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"?
He was also unable to weaponise racism; when this is taken away by not caring they have 99% of their power taken from them.
For example, niggers in Europe are nowhere near as violent as they are in the US. It's because they are still relatively few. The more of them there are, the more they will revert back to the nigger nature.