Originally Posted by ScottKuma

When I was at the University of Michigan, I was absolutely infatuated with a black girl with whom I'd built a friendship. Anyhow, she and I spent quite a bit of time together...but I always wondered why she never ate with my group of friends. So, one day I decided to go eat with her friends. (In a part of the cafeteria where most of the minority students sat.)

I have never in my life received such a cold reception. Having met most of these people on a person-to-person basis, and having never had any problems, I couldn't understand why nobody would talk to me, or even LOOK at me...unless it was to glare.

Later that evening, my friend showed up at my room, demanding to know why I sat there. Her friends had given her all manner of BS for hanging out with me...because I am white.

Later in the year, apparently forgetting the lessons I'd learned earlier, I asked her out...and she told me no...because I'm white.

And yet I'm to believe that I'm the racist.