A few years ago several kids were playing a game that is much like a scavenger hunt in a small town around Springfield. It was late at night and one place where they had to go was the park close to a police station. Well the police caught a group of them there, 3 teams of two. The kids explained what they were doing and the cops were fine with the game but told the kids it was too late so game over. All of them needed to get back to their cars and head home. Home for all 6 at that moment was my house. When only 5 showed up I went to find the 6th. He was still in the small town sitting on the curb while the only two cops working in that town that night were searching his car and seemed disgusted when they couldn't find anything. After I arrived he was almost immediately allowed to leave. Yes they knew who I was but the also knew who the kid was too. I'll give you one guess what was different about this kid than the other five that were at my house. Or all the other kids that were part of this game that also didn't get pulled over to be searched.
I took a lot of pictures of this kid playing HS basketball. Taking pics I would often be close enough to hear what the players were saying to each other. Some of it was hilarious. But I don't know how many times I heard this kid called the N word. And it wasn't from any other black kids. Even the refs and coaches and schools would let it slide. You can't change stupid people.