what i hate the most is if a black guy walks in the room, i won't say anything and i'll treat him with the respect he deserves, but in my head, first gut reaction is a joke. its not "IMA LYNCH YOU BOY" but I just....I still have that initial pang of racism, and it's nothing to be proud of :\
edit: this is due in part to the fact that I was isolated from african americans largely. although in 1st grade I had a good black friend.