"How many times have you been criminally victimized by your darkie brethren?"
Never.
Traveling in the musical circles that I do, I have a number of friends who are black jazz musicians, although I'm not into jazz that much myself. And I have a few black friends who are not musicians. One is a very talented writer. And—the Associate Minister at the church my wife and I attend is black.
This'll get up your nose: While attending the University of Washington, a friend introduced me to the Cosmopolitan Club at the U. of W. branch of the YM/YWCA. The membership was made up of a mix of American students and foreign exchange students from all over the world. There, I met, and had a chance to get to know, several students from India, Egypt, Turkey, and several European countries. I've drunk Turkish coffee brewed in the traditional way by a student from Turkey, I've discussed philosophy with an absolutely brilliant student from India, I dated an English girl a few times. I also gave guitar lessons to a French girl (named Michelle, by the way), who paid for her lessons by tutoring me in French, which I had taken in high school, but was now growing a bit rusty from lack of opportunity to use. I had a chance to discuss the Middle East situation at the time with a student from Egypt. And I was at the Pizza Haven on University Way, just off campus when Legson Kyara, a student I knew from Kenya (Black. Very black) tied into the first pizza he had ever eaten.
And an Indian exchange student who had brought his sitar with him from India played for me, explained the instrument, and explained some of the intricacies of Ragas (a type of Indian music). And he showed that it could also be used for Anglo-American music by playing a very creditable rendition of Greensleeves. The Beatles used a sitar from time to time.
By the way, despite that fact that Nazir would be racially classified as "Caucasion" (White), his skin was actually darker in hue than Obama's.
At one of the first coffee houses I sang in, I often exchanged songs before audiences with a Swedish exchange student named Britt Mongstadt, who also accompanied herself on the guitar. She sang Swedish folk songs, I sang British and American songs.
No, Mr. Krinkle, I enjoy meeting and talking with people from other countries, races, and cultures.