The only thing that can get your card pulled in my book is being damn near afraid of other black people.
You know this Negro. The one who always eyes you furtively when they see you out and then runs away and talks to their white friends all night, rather pointedly ignoring you whenever confronted with your presence in public. Of course then there's also the one who will talk to you when it is just the two of you, but as soon as their paler friends come along they can not even remember your name.
I always wonder if those people think that the rest of us are going to attack them or what, like we carry around black power parapanelia or something. Like I'm going to attack them with a daishiki?
After an hour we will have them at the next black-people-meeting, ranting about "the man" and listening to boring backpacker hip hop or WORSE, Master P.