The first black kid I ever met called me the "C" word.
Summer of '73, I was 11. First day of summer camp, and I'm walking towards my assigned cabin with my buddy. As I'm approaching the cabin I notice there are three boys on the front porch laughing it up. One of them is a black kid about 13 years old. The black kid looked down at me and said, "Hey Cracker!" I had no idea what he meant so I said, "What's a cracker?" He said, "What's a cracker? You're a cracker! ahhh ha ha ha"
[He was a nice kid who later offered to beat up an older kid who had pushed me down. I talked him out of it because the older kid would have beat the s_!t out of him. The only other black kid I was even remotely familiar with at that time was Rodney Allen Rippy.]
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