...to the bigot down the street, who asked pointedly about my (Black) downstairs neighbors, and mentioned that they were the first Black family on the street, and that they (the neighborhood, which apparently speaks through her) thought, upon learning that they now had Black neighbors, "hmmm...well, we figured we'd see how this goes":
"Well, I can imagine how they must have felt, moving into such a racist neighborhood."
"Really? So 'how does it go?' Because I've got to tell you, so far, First Black Family - 1, Asshole White Neighbor - 0."
"What on earth would make you think that that is an appropriate thing to even think, let alone say out loud?"
"Apparently you are under the mistaken impression that I am White."*
*I am White, but I'm borrowing from Noel Ignatiev's "Race Traitor" approach to resisting White privilege.