Encounters with racism?

My earliest memory of it wasn't until I was eleven or twelve, I think. The city I grew up in was predominantly white and I don't think I even knew any kids who were from another race until I was in elementary school.

Anyway, in my class there was this one kid and I don't even know what race he was, but he was kind of darker skinned. It probably didn't help that he didn't really get along well with a lot of people. One day someone was arguing with him and started calling him coffee bean, or something. At the time I didn't get it.

The next day we had a big school-wide assembly where the principal spoke to us about racism and stuff like that. I think that was the first time I ever really thought about people with other colours of skin being "different".

How ya doing, buddy?