From as far as I can remember. My dad is Indian and dark skinned and my mom is Swiss and fair skinned, and my first memories are from us living in the United States where my classmates from preschool and kindergarten were of various races. Mostly white but all the other races were represented, like the crew of the Space Shuttle mission STS-51-L. At the time, it seemed like Star Trek had turned into reality and humanity was going to set aside their differences and all go to space together. Naturally, the world wasn't all wonderful like that in the 80s but as a kid I didn't know anything about the bad stuff.
In 1986, they installed cable TV at our school and we all sat together to watch the Challenger mission. When the space shuttle exploded into pieces, I was deeply traumatized for days. It didn't destroy my dream of becoming an astronaut but that was one of the first reality checks of my life.
Now that I think back, the Universe is really racist for not letting this mixed crew go up into space! Apparently, having a black guy, an Asian and even two women (!) aboard is too diverse for evil space.
When we moved to Switzerland the same year, I went to kindergarten again. One of the inbred town rascals called me a little black dwarf (despite him being shorter than me), apparently I was the most dark skinned person he ever saw and in fact there were no black people or even brown ones in my Swiss Alps village so I guess I was somewhat exotic until a Tamil family arrived a couple years later.
In elementary school there was a guy who was my best friend at times and my sworn enemy at other times. He called me a little black dwarf as well, and I called him a fat white maggot. I wasn't aware that we were technically both being "racist" but who gives a shit anyway, racist slurs are just insults so don't cry like a little pansy and draw the race card, just throw some insults back. Same guy tried to push me around on the schoolyard and I punched him in the stomach and he then started to cry and try to make himself look like the victim. Other times I ended up being crushed underneath his weight but overall we settled even scores I'd say. Back then, this wasn't a "hate crime". We called it a scuffle, because that's what it was. We were best friends other times and nowadays we're still good friends, he doesn't even call me Somalia Boy anymore :) Another classmate in high school, the class president valedictorian overachiever type, tried to insult me once by saying my dad was a nigger. I retaliated by saying "at least my dad isn't the town drunk..."
That really hit him, his head turned read and he never insulted my dad again, ever. Because making fun about my dad's skin color is a non insult anyway, it has no power. His dad on the other hand was actually the town drunk, and while I'm not proud of hurting my classmate where it hurts most, he deserved it at the time. He basically couldn't stomach the fact that my dad was a neurosurgeon who attained the rank of lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army as a military surgeon while his dad was "just" driving a snow groomer on the ski piste. I don't see where the problem is, I thought being a snow groomer driver was hella cool.
Nowadays, I don't get race insults anymore so I don't get to use any retorts, ah well everyone is so politically correct nowadays :D
Here's a picture of my childhood heroes. R.I.P.
Post edited February 17, 2015 by awalterj