I don't think I've really had much racism. As a kid I'd talk to
   anybody and I haven't really changed except learning to shut up
   more. I never cared for people in small groups, so I'd equally
   walk on the other side of the street if it was a group of black
   kids, hispanic kids, mean girls, boys my age, old people, didn't
   matter. Whether someone perceived my actions of crossing the
   street away from them as racist, well, that was their problem. I
   *was* called racist once though. I pointed out during my first
   watching of Jurassic Park, when I saw the black guy in the
   beginning, I said, "Oh, he's black. He'll be the first one to
   die, and they'll show body parts - just wait". My sister and her
   boyfriend paused the VHS (MID 1990s so primitive) and started
   lecturing me on how surprised they were how racist I was, and
   they tried to make me feel like I was 2 inches tall. I was like,
   "No no, the makeup for black people is easier because black
   people are used to bad specialfx in their movies and white
   people don't notice bad makeup on black people that doesn't
   match". More lecture. Ugh. They pressed play, occasionally
   staring at me with "I don't know you as well as I thought" eyes.
   Then the black guy got it. Arm I think. Ripped off. "See, see,
   the color of the fake arm doesn't match his skin!", I declared.
   They didn't speak to me the rest of the movie. It was nice. I
   hate talking during movies, unless it's me. == Yeah, I've had
   that discussion before. At some point, if my arguments aren't
   convincing, I just agree. If someone wants to see me as racist,
   then I'm racist. As long as we're friends, or aren't fighting at
   least, doesn't matter to me if I'm called a table. ==