San Francisco, CA.
My father never said n*****, but the multitude of subtleties…assumptions…these are mine to deal with. When I was a teenager, I frequently made racial slurs…weird, considering that there were only 3 black kids in my 1500 student high school.
Now it is different for me. This cracker minored in black studies….
Still..I speak less formally to black people.
When I am feeling intimidated on the street, I am relieved when its apparent that the approaching black guys are speaking an african language (how F***** up is that?).