I just call them whiters. And I’m white. I moved to the South in the mid nineties for graduate school, under the influence of my father, a brainy professor theologian who believe experience is the master, and he suggested Mississippi as a good place. So I went there for a year. He was right. Never had I experienced so much racial hostility and racial tension, and several times I thought I would get beat into a pulp. And it was all from white males. The black Americans were warm and friendly to me with no incidence. Maybe the detected my Northern “Yankee” accent and determined right away I wasn’t the real white threat. I then went to South Carolina, the city, which was a better and not so tense. I’m not saying there is no racism elsewhere, as I’ve sense it up North. It’s just doesn’t seem to hard, and tense and ready to snap.
Thanks much.