I guess I should base a book on my first “black” experience I had in 1971 when I invited a black girl I worked with to a party I was having in PA. She looked me in the eyes and told me she hated white people. She had to work with us but surely wasn’t going to socialize with us outside of work. Yep—MY first experience with racism. They HATE us(if I were to infer that all blacks hate us using that first encounter)
Your former co-worker got her wish; I personally see segregation as much worse now than before (here in NJ). Her feelings are reciprocated by most non-blacks.
My first experience with Black People:
I was in ARTESIA NM back in 1959. I decided to go get a soda at noon at the local malt shop. You had to run as lots of kids had the same idea. When the bell rang I took off like a rocket and beat all of them!
When the owner came to get my order I heard these words from behind me.
“You better hurry you little M**********r! You better hurry or I’ll F*** you to death!”
I looked around and right behind me was the ugliest black girl I had ever seen in my 12 year old life!
Then she began again:
“You better hurry up you little M**********r or I’m gonna F*** you to death!”
My order came, I paid for it and as I was leaving she gave me these departing words! “It’s about time you little M**********r, I was about ready to F*** You to death RIGHT HERE!”
In all that time I had never said a word. I never went back for another soda.