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Happened to me, too. I was in the 3rd grade and this little white girl called me a n----r. I didn't know what she was talking about so I called her a n----r back. She ran and told the teacher, who alerted me to the fact that I, in fact, was the n----r. My mother was HOT and raised HELL all over that campus. I'll never forget that day. I got in the car and we were driving off as I told her. My mother turned that Cadi around so fast and was ready to break off a foot in someone's behind, very professionally and politely of course.
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