re: Does any white person seriously get upset when another race calls them names?

Does the Lion care what the dung beetle says about him.

No. I just know those people are racists and move on with my life.

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Nope, never had it done to me. If I did I certainly wouldn't be mad, I would probably laugh.

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You fricking liar. You just raged the other day at me because I said some old white guy religious zealot was “white” and I’m white. You called me a Muslim because I pointed out maybe an old white pastor might be biased in his history of Islam.

I can post it in here if need be. Stop being such a poser.

“You are the one blaming this guy being white on what his belief or opinions are. Don't fricking pretend that is not what you are doing because you are the one that said it.” PonchyTiger

You must have grown up in a lily white town/community. I was a minority all my growing up years. Cracka, honkey were the 2 most common. And they were.always used with hatred and vitriol.

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No. I could care less

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How much less could you care?

My son graduated from high school last year and thus ended his football playing days. He said he was called N….. by black opponents hundreds of times every game from middle school on.

To be fair he played H back which on his team took the fullback roll on running plays and tight end roll on passing plays and he blocked his guy until the whistle which seemed to piss guys off.

He told me “I could never figure out how to respond to that so I just smiled at them.”

Also, after the game there was never a problem and handshakes and hugs were exchanged.

Names? No.

The up in your face screaming? Oh hell yes.

I play basketball at my local Y every week. I’m a 42 white dude with a gray beard.

Almost of the guys I play with are young black guys.

They call me “Cracka Unc”

I tried to explain that there is a singer called Uncle Cracker, but they insisted their name was funnier.

I agree. Cracka Unc is just funnier.

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Yes. My brother and I were surrounded by blacks on our schoolbus, called cracker, honkeys, p*ssy white boys. I was spit on. We were in 6th and 9th grade. We told our parents. They started driving us to school.
A year later, we moved.

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I rode the bus as the only white kid...my lower income neighborhood had white flight and it became a rental property Mecca so I had to, as a young lad, deal with the consequences. They didn't really mess with me because I was an original member of the neighborhood. They called me all the names but it was not a big deal...this was the 80s when it, seemed like anyway, we were all much cooler with each other then.

I heard the best momma janks on those bus rides. It was great. For whatever reason I remember one jank from one black dude to another was "your momma's left titty has a kick stand". I don't know why I thought that was so funny and still remember it today.

I went to school with these guys and for years just went by "white boy". Didn't bother me in the least because I had a mom and dad that would put belt to arse if my brother and I misbehaved. Took it as a growing experience. Was the first in my family to go to college, to professional school, and now have my own business. These experiences can shape you to become something or you can use them as a crutch for excuses. It appears the lest of society uses everything as an excuse and not motivation.