I became very self-conscious about the racial divide when I was eight and my sister was seven. We were jumped by a group of blacks and beaten while we were walking home from school. A little later that year my uncle was murdered by a black. My uncle was delivering fuel oil in the middle of a winter night to a customer who ran out and had no heat. the customer paid by hitting my uncle over the head with a 2x4 and then stuffed my uncle in a barrel and burned him to death.
I don't prejudge people by the color of their skin. I judge them by the culture and character. I have a deep hatred of everything that has to do with modern black culture. I suppose that makes me a racist, even when white kids act like hood rats.
I’m so sorry to hear about your Uncle. May he Rest In Peace. There are plenty of whites who have been victimized by blacks in horrible ways and they need to start shouting about it.