Here's the thing; when I was a child, I always thought that racists were wrong. That they were ignorant or simply hated on someone for being "different" no matter what the difference actually was. I thought it would be impossible for a person to become a racist; you were either born a racist and remained a racist or you were never a racist to begin with.
But then my father was transferred, and we all moved down south. At first I thought nothing of it. All I saw were people being people and living their lives. Color of skin never came to mind.
But it took only a single year or so before I started to develop uneasy feelings. It seemed that no matter where I went I'd see all sorts of violence and hate and anger and it always came from black people. Sure, there were some violent whites but nowhere on the level as black people. They were the ones who always started fights, always the ones who robbed stores, or had no problem shooting someone for some petty, insignificant reason. They can't even walk on a sidewalk either.
I still refuse to believe that every black person is a nigger... but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't apprehensive around a black person if I knew they were from the south. I'm beginning to feel that these people are a plague. Not black people. But niggers.
And I hate them. I truly hate them.
