I’ll never forget the first time someone called me a racist.  I was in eleventh grade at my high school in Los Angeles.  It was another kid in my class that I had just met.  He gave me some attitude, and I asked what his problem was.  He simply said I was a racist.  I was totally taken back, and when I asked what gave him that impression, his only answer was that I was a racist because I was white.

Until then, I had never thought about whether or not I was a racist.  I had never considered skin color More >