Encounters with racism?

My first experience was when I was a kid (real young...like....4 or 5), a car filled with african-american females driving side-by-side with my mother's car on the freeway, decided they wanted to chuck pennies into our vehicle screaming all kinds of hateful comments. I don't remember what they said and then I had no idea what it meant. All I remember was the cut I had right below one of my eyes from one of the pennies they threw. Later in life (I was about 7 or 8) I was at a local recreation center, and I was playing with one of my friends (he was black). When his mother came to pick him up, she snagged his arm with anger, turned to me and said "white trash, stay away from my son". Never did I do or say anything wrong. I was not a bad influence or anything. I was simply white...and playing with her son. So I called her a hateful bitch as she walked away (I did know what she meant). It felt great, and I laugh about it now when I think back to it. That never did keep her son from hanging out with me (he was a good kid).

Jam it back in, in the dark.