This one is really bothering me. You need to know up front that a nice chunk of my upbringing was black culture. Black comedy, black food, and black friends. I don't think at the time I ever thought "that guy isn't the same color". It was just a different guy. Heck the first hillbilly I ran into made a greater impression than the first black guy. Always, I don't guess that matters, I just want to say up front that I coming from a mental place of acceptance. Acceptance doesn't even seem to be the right word, because I just didn't realize being a different color meant anything until much later in life. With that in mind, I don't think you can compare these two incidents on any level.