Your post reminded me - my first day at college in a big city far away from home, many years ago, when I went into the dining hall for lunch, and since I didn’t know anyone yet, sat at a table by myself in this huge, cavernous room with windows and skylights all around. A group of Black basketball players came in, and walked over to my table. One of them asked me if they could sit down and I said ok, then they started peppering me with questions - what’s your name, do you live on campus, where are you from, what are you studying, etc. Then the leader asked me if I wanted to go to a party that night. Mentioned that there would be lots of good booze and smoke there. I was really shy and introverted - and I wasn’t into the party scene at all. I said I couldn’t go but thanks anyway. He looked at all is friends and said seriously “oh - I get it. You don’t like black guys. It’s because we’re black.” The rest of the group joined in, asking me what my problem was, did I think I was too good, was I a racist. I was so horrified and upset that they thought that (I’m a white scots/irish gal) and immediately said “No! Of course not, that’s not it at all!” But I still wouldn’t budge and agree to go to their party. Finally, the leader waved me off in disgust and said “c’mon! Let’s get out of here” to his friends and they walked out. I watched them leave and when they got to the door they busted up laughing, hitting each other and mocking me. Then I realized they didn’t think I was racist, they just enjoyed accusing me of it and watching me struggle to defend myself. It was a game to them. Talk about eye opening.

Your post reminded me - my first day at college in a big city far away from home, many years ago, when I went into the dining hall for lunch, and since I didn’t know anyone yet, sat at a table by myself in this huge, cavernous room with windows and skylights all around. A group of Black basketball players came in, and walked over to my table. One of them asked me if they could sit down and I said ok, then they started peppering me with questions - what’s your name, do you live on campus, where are you from, what are you studying, etc. Then the leader asked me if I wanted to go to a party that night. Mentioned that there would be lots of good booze and smoke there. I was really shy and introverted - and I wasn’t into the party scene at all. I said I couldn’t go but thanks anyway. He looked at all is friends and said seriously “oh - I get it. You don’t like black guys. It’s because we’re black.” The rest of the group joined in, asking me what my problem was, did I think I was too good, was I a racist. I was so horrified and upset that they thought that (I’m a white scots/irish gal) and immediately said “No! Of course not, that’s not it at all!” But I still wouldn’t budge and agree to go to their party. Finally, the leader waved me off in disgust and said “c’mon! Let’s get out of here” to his friends and they walked out. I watched them leave and when they got to the door they busted up laughing, hitting each other and mocking me. Then I realized they didn’t think I was racist, they just enjoyed accusing me of it and watching me struggle to defend myself. Talk about eye opening.

Your post reminded me - my first day at college in a big city far away from home, many years ago, when I went into the dining hall for lunch, and since I didn’t know anyone yet, sat at a table by myself in this huge, cavernous room with windows and skylights all around. A group of Black basketball players came in, and walked over to my table. One of them asked me if they could sit down and I said ok, then they started peppering me with questions - what’s your name, do you live on campus, where are you from, what are you studying, etc. Then the leader asked me if I wanted to go to a party that night. Mentioned that there would be lots of good booze and smoke there. I was really shy and introverted - and I wasn’t into the party scene at all. I said I couldn’t go but thanks anyway. He looked at all is friends and said seriously “oh - I get it. You don’t like black guys. It’s because we’re black.” The rest of the group joined in, asking me what my problem was, did I think I was too good, was I a racist. I was so horrified and upset that they thought that (I’m a white scots/irish gal) and immediately said “No! Of course not, that’s not it at all!” Finally, the leader waved me off in disgust and said “c’mon! Let’s get out of here” to his friends and they walked out. I watched them leave and when they got to the door they busted up laughing, hitting each other and mocking me. Then I realized they didn’t think I was racist, they just enjoyed accusing me of it and watching me struggle to defend myself. Talk about eye opening.

Your post reminded me - my first day at college in a big city far away from home, many years ago, when I went into the dining hall for lunch, and since I didn’t know anyone yet, sat at a table by myself in this huge, cavernous room with windows and skylights all around. A group of Black basketball players came in, and walked over to my table. One of them asked me if they could sit down and I said ok, then they started peppering me with questions - what’s your name, do you live on campus, where are you from, what are you studying, etc. Then the leader asked me if I wanted to go to a party that night. Mentioned that there would be lots of good booze and smoke there. I was really shy and introverted - and I wasn’t into the party scene at all. I said I couldn’t go but thanks anyway. He looked at all is friends and said seriously “oh - I get it. You don’t like black guys. It’s because we’re black.” The rest of the group joined in, asking me what my problem was, did I think I was too good, was I a racist. I was so horrified that they thought that (I’m a white scots/irish gal) and immediately said “No! Of course not, that’s not it at all!” Finally, the leader waved me off in disgust and said “c’mon! Let’s get out of here” to his friends and they walked out. I watched them leave and when they got to the door they busted up laughing, hitting each other and mocking me. Then I realized they didn’t think I was racist, they just enjoyed accusing me of it and watching me struggle to defend myself. Talk about eye opening.

Your post reminded me - my first day at college in a big city far away from home, many years ago, when I went into the dining hall for lunch, and since I didn’t know anyone yet, sat at a table by myself in this huge, cavernous room with windows and skylights all around. A group of Black basketball players came in, and walked over to my table. One of them asked me if they could sit down and I said ok, then they started peppering me with questions - what’s your name, do you live on campus, where are you from, what are you studying, etc. Then the leader asked me if I wanted to go to a party that night. Mentioned that there would be lots of good booze and smoke there. I was really shy and introverted - and I wasn’t into the party scene at all. I said I couldn’t go but thanks anyway. He looked at all is friends and said seriously “oh - I get it. You don’t like black guys. It’s because we’re black.” The rest of the group joined in, asking me what my problem was, did I think I was too good, was I a racist. I was so horrified that they thought that (I’m a white scots/irish woman) and immediately said “No! Of course not, that’s not it at all!” Finally, the leader waved me off in disgust and said “c’mon! Let’s get out of here” to his friends and they walked out. I watched them leave and when they got to the door they busted up laughing, hitting each other and mocking me. Then I realized they didn’t think I was racist, they just enjoyed accusing me of it and watching me struggle to defend myself. Talk about eye opening.

Your post reminded me - my first day at college in a big city far away from home, many years ago, when I went into the dining hall for lunch, and since I didn’t know anyone yet, sat at a table by myself in this huge, cavernous room with windows and skylights all around. A group of Black basketball players came in, and walked over to my table. One of them asked me if they could sit down and I said ok, then they started peppering me with questions - what’s your name, do you live on campus, where are you from, what are you studying, etc. Then the leader asked me if I wanted to go to a party that night. Mentioned that there would be lots of good booze and smoke there. I was really shy and introverted - and I wasn’t into the party scene at all. I said I couldn’t go but thanks anyway. He looked at all is friends and said seriously “oh - I get it. You don’t like black guys. It’s because we’re black.” The rest of the group joined in, asking me what my problem was, did I think I was too good, was I a racist. I was so horrified that they thought that and immediately said “No! Of course not, that’s not it at all!” Finally, the leader waved me off in disgust and said “c’mon! Let’s get out of here” to his friends and they walked out. I watched them leave and when they got to the door they busted up laughing, hitting each other and mocking me. Then I realized they didn’t think I was racist, they just enjoyed accusing me of it and watching me struggle to defend myself. Talk about eye opening.