1. As a kid, I always viewed all generosity with extreme skepticism, doubt, and most of all, fear. Mom's would always send me on trips or out with friends with a rule: don't ask for anything and don't take anything you didn't pay for. When I moved to the "burbs" and became the token, I had to deal with the crazy amount of pressure from adults who didn't understand why I just couldn't take the ride home, or the slice of pizza, or what the fukk ever. Them white parents really made a nikka feel bad about his life when I was younger.
2. I could get away with a little bit of backtalk, but if my tone of voice even thought about getting buck like I was about to curse... I'd be missing teeth within microseconds.
3. I didn't realise that parents were "supposed" to come to every game/event for the kid. My mom's came to probably 10-15% of my events max. Once again, them white parents made me feel like my family was wrong and I was from some broken home.
4. This ties into #2...Teachers/parents who had little-to-no experience with black kids mistook my silence or quietness for brooding/having an attitude problem. It's like they expected backtalk and to have to compromise with a child, where I knew authority was absolute and there's no option but the stfu and listen/do as told.
Excellent thread topic breh