First of all, I do think I'm racist. I've had bad experiences with mostly-black [my note after re-reading the post: "black" in this part of the post refers to hispanics as well] communities from first to fourth grade (every Friday, after school, I'd be sent to the Mosholu afterschool center, where the vast majority of kids there (98+%

were black kids who went there five days a week, leaving me with not many friends there -- in contrast, on Mondays through Thursdays, I went to the YMCA, where the ratio of black:non-black was about 1:1, which was where my friends were (who were a generous mix of black, hispanic, asian, and white) and is pretty much my fondest memory ever).
However, I'd like to expect that, seven years separated from that, I'd have matured, right? I mean, race never factors into my thinking when I hear about some news item. I could barely understand why the Imus story was so racist, and not just some radio guy using foul language. I feel totally comfortable talking to black people, just like I would talking with any other race. I get extremely annoyed at parents who almost always ask "what kind of person was he/her?" after I finish a story (meaning, "what race was he/she?"), then follow it up with something like, "Oh, that makes sense now, Jew are like that." Right?
Maybe I have racist genes from my parents.
I apparently moderately prefer white people.

I do blame it on the fact that the White/Good, Black/Bad match-up came first. I set my brain on the left/right pattern, and couldn't get it out of my head during the second part of the test.