I'm the product of a white mother and a black father (who was later adopted into a black family). I used to want to give white people the benefit of the doubt. I used to be angry with my adoptive mother for telling me all the time to "never forget I wasn't white." I didn't understand. I was too young. I get it now. I don't need to remember, because those around me will make sure I don't, no matter how pale my skin is. It's often so subtle others wouldn't notice, the slight sneer, a certain look, a comment. I'm ashamed that this happened in Ontario (where I live too), but not surprised, sadly. Sorry for the long comment, I could go on all day, but I'd better stop here.