My classic racism event was when I was making deliveries in downtown St Paul, MN. Small neighborhood corner store on a street with parking on each side, one lane each way, and a center section wide enough for a lane to be shared for left turns. I pulled the truck up, parallel parked (YES, backed from the traffic lane into a parking stall), with six feet between car behind me and nose exactly at the curb for the connecting street. As I'm wheeling boxes of meat into the store across the street, 500# - 600# at a time, a Black bitch went nose to nose with me in the store. Screaming that I was racist. I tried to remain calm and polite, and I asked her what made me racist. Took at least a half dozen times asking, louder each time, to get her to explain. Apparently, I'm a White Asshole trying to cause them to have accidents by parking my truck next to the intersection.
When I reached my limit I let loose on her. I stooped down, got so close my nose actually hit hers a couple times, and yelled "As long as I'm already labeled and guilty in you mind, I've got nothing to lose: GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU FUCKIN NIGER BITCH!"
I walked over to the counter and apologized to the Black owner of the store as I handed him his invoices. To which he said "Well played." After he paid me, he handed me a bottle of ice cold Coke and pointed me to the chip rack "Take what you like."