Purely anecdotal, but I am biracial (black and white) and grew up in an all white small town area in the midwest and things were fine until we moved to a city in Louisiana in high school. The black people there would stop and stare at us in the grocery store and talk openly and make fun of my family, and would refuse to sit by me on the school bus because I was half white. They would talk about me at school and at family reunions (YES, family reunions). Being mixed was worse to them than just being white. It was very eye-opening for me. I had never experienced such pure hatred simply for my race.
This was normal behavior towards creole blacks, some of whom had lighter skin than many white folks. I witnessed it hundreds of times growing up, and living in New Orleans. It was sad, but fascinating to witness.
It was particularly crazy to me because where I was from in the midwest, it was white people who most of them had never, ever been around non-whites. When you said "the black guy," there was literally one black man within the four surrounding counties, so people knew who you meant. And I think I heard the n-word once from a new kid at school one time. But the city in Louisiana was a city, full of all kinds of people and other big-city things, so I was really not prepared for that response. As an adult, I'm still amazed at how the whites from flyover country (that are all supposedly racist rednecks) accepted us but the brown people from the big city did not.
Black people generally are racist af, yet no one calls them on it.
Purely anecdotal, but I am biracial (black and white) and grew up in an all white small town area in the midwest and things were fine until we moved to a city in Louisiana in high school. The black people there would stop and stare at us in the grocery store and talk openly and make fun of my family, and would refuse to sit by me on the school bus because I was half white. They would talk about me at school and at family reunions (YES, family reunions). Being mixed was worse to them than just being white. It was very eye-opening for me. I had never experienced such pure hatred simply for my race.
This was normal behavior towards creole blacks, some of whom had lighter skin than many white folks. I witnessed it hundreds of times growing up, and living in New Orleans. It was sad, but fascinating to witness.
It was particularly crazy to me because where I was from in the midwest, it was white people who most of them had never, ever been around non-whites. When you said "the black guy," there was literally one black man within the four surrounding counties, so people knew who you meant. And I think I heard the n-word once from a new kid at school one time. But the city in Louisiana was a city, full of all kinds of people and other big-city things, so I was really not prepared for that response. As an adult, I'm still amazed at how the whites from flyover country (that are all supposedly racist rednecks) accepted us but the brown people from the big city did not.