I've only ever been on the receiving end of overt racism a few times in my whole life. Let me tell you strangest incident: in 1999, fourteen and black, I walked into a Tim Hortons and passed an older white woman in the entranceway.
Suddenly, she stopped right in front of me, sneered, and hissed "Little black waif." In an instant, her husband, who seemed as surprised as I was, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the parking lot.
It didn't offend me, really; more than anything, I was just amazed that somebody would be so overwhelmed with hatred that they'd lose it in the middle of a Tim Hortons, especially since the coffee there is so weak. How many cups do you have to have to go full-blown racist?
Suffice it to say, racism of that sort is fairly rare, but I get the sense that it's still what people think about when they hear words like "racism" being bandied about. It's understandable, then, that people would balk at any insinuation that Raffi Torres is or was that kind of ra...