This is terrible, but we were somewhat racist as young kids. I remember we had globes and we used to look up all the countries on there. We found Niger and we couldn’t stop laughing. “Look, a country called Nigger!” We always called in Nigger from then on. Then we found Nigeria and we called it Niggeria (like rhymes with diphtheria). We always called it Niggeria after that. We thought that was hilarious too.
That was simply a perfectly normal thing for young White boys (aged 5-11) to do back in those days. That sort of casual racism was everywhere and no one even commented on it. That would have been from about 1962-68 in the white suburbs of the LA area.
We had no personal bias against against Black people though because that was not ok in the circles I grew up in.
For one thing, I was raised in a very liberal household. After the Watts riots, almost all of the White teachers in that area put in transfer requests. My father was one of the few White teachers who said he wanted to go back and teach in Watts after the riots. One time, one of us said the word “nigger” at the dinner table and a big fight ensued. My father flipped out and read us the riot act. That word was not to be used at the table ever again!
One reason I hate modern antiracists so much is that I am sure that they would call my father an anti-Black racist based on a few remarks he made here and there. After all he did for those people,and they would still call him racist. That’s one example of why I want the Cultural Left to burn and why I hate modern antiracists, who are a perversion of the original type.
We weren’t even very racist either. We didn’t hate Blacks or Black kids. We didn’t even know any. Blacks were like people in the media and conversation and not like people you met or talked to. We saw Blacks sometimes at baseball or football games in LA, but we didn’t talk to them. I don’t think we had anything against them though. We had no personal animus against Black people at all. We simply didn’t know any of them.
My favorite baseball star of all time was Willie Mays, a Black guy. I think my brother liked Hank Aaron, another Black guy. I remember at a football game maybe at Hunter’s Point, I got OJ Simpson’s autograph. I was on cloud nine for weeks; I got my hero’s autograph! I do not know what he was doing there but people saw him and pointed him out. He sure was charismatic.