@Bob516,
Bob516 wrote:
From my perspective, as a man who is considered black racism has always perplexed me. I had never hard the word 'nigger" until I was 4 and a group of white teenagers stopped their car as I was outside playing and called me a "little nigger". The look on their faces told me something was amiss and I went inside and asked my mother what it meant. For the only time in my life my mother slapped me and told me to never use that word again. Once I was able to tell her where I heard the word,she hugged me as she began to cry. She said" Bob there will always be people who hate you for the color of your skin" I asked her " Mommy why?" She could only say "I don't know but you make sure you love everybody no matter what the color of their skin"
I know, as a white female growing up in the south in the early 70's, I never understood it either. I remember when I was a teenager, walking up to my local Kart n Karry, a little black boy was in a car and turned to his mom and said, "Look mommy, a cracker!" His mother was appalled and hushed him quick. I was totally perplexed. and I must say, ashamed. What did I do to this child to cause him to call me names. I understood immediately what it felt like to be judged based on the color of your skin. I never forgot that.
