If she were as black as the dog....

In college, I spent the weekend at my first girlfriend's family home in a small town near Longview WA, I wasn't expecting (and maybe I should have) to come face-to-face with racist hate at breakfast. I expected to battle homophobia. Not this morning. Her brother was also home for the weekend. We all sat down to breakfast together and this is when I learned that there was one black citizen in their town, who they called Black Albert. When I reacted in shock, I was told by her brother "we only allow one n•••er to live here and that's the name we gave him". I'm frozen. Now, what was not obvious to him in his hateful ignorance was that I'm biracial, because I pass for White most of the time. But then my girlfriend comes to my 'aid' - "hey, don't say that shit! Tracie is half black!". Now I'm afraid. Hate was sitting right across from me and all I wanted to do was get up from the table and leave. Hearing about Black Albert was all the information I needed. Then he sneers, "well if she was as black as the dog, she'd have to eat outside too!" and spit across the table into my food. I got up, grabbed my bag, and sat in the car hoping my gf would follow. Fortunately we drove away shortly thereafter. I never went home with her again.