We’re on the train to school camp. I’m playing chess with [Classmate #1]. Meanwhile, [Classmate #2] is chatting with the homeroom teacher of another class.
Classmate #2: *Loudly* “And [Classmate #1] never does his homework.”
Classmate #1: “Huh?!”
Me: “Pot calling the kettle black!”
Classmate #2: “Ah-ha! Everyone, [My Name] is being racist! He called [Classmate #1] black!”
Me: “Oh, s***.”
I forgot that [Classmate #1] is African-American.
Me: “No! I didn’t mean it that way!”
Classmate #1: “Yeah, I know. No offence taken.”
He turns to face [Classmate #2].
Classmate #1: “What do you mean, I never hand in homework, you hypocrite? You’re the one that hands in the least amount of homework in class!”
The argument continues on for a while, but eventually, our own homeroom teacher shuts us all up. She comes up to me afterward.
Teacher: “And what’s this about you being racist?”
Me: “Nothing. It was just a badly-used phrase.”
She frowns a bit and then looks at the chessboard.
Teacher: “When we get back, I want you writing lines about not being racist.”
Me: “Why?! I’m not racist!”
Teacher: “Uh-huh.” *Picks up my queen* “Then why are you making the African-American boy play black?”
Classmate #1: “Hey, I prefer black in chess. I like going second. I chose it.”
Teacher: “Don’t worry. You don’t need to defend him. I’ll sort [My Name] out when we get back to school.”
Me: *Sighs* “I can see that I’m not winning this argument. But I insist that you talk to my father about this.”
Teacher: “Oh, I will. He needs to know that racism is intolerable and that such behaviour will not be tolerated in this school.”
She then flips around the chessboard, such that [Classmate #1] now has white.
Teacher: “And if I see you being racist to anyone ever again, I swear to God that I will find a way to drum your a** out of school faster than you can say ‘goodbye’.”
She smugly trotted off. [Classmate #1] and I sighed and continued playing.
The look on her face when she saw my father a few weeks later was priceless. I looked absurdly like my white mother, so nobody realised that my father was an African-American. Naturally, he disbelieved every single accusation of me being racist and basically ordered [Teacher] to let me off the hook.
She did that, but she always gave me the stink-eye in every homeroom. I was really glad to leave her behind when I graduated.