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"?
