Memories of my Grandma Bettie(In the 60s)
At her first college at Pennsylvania she endured unbelievably foolish kinds of racism from her dorm mates.
One time she was sitting on a couch in a tube top and shorts and one white girl came up to her and stared in amazement before saying, "So you're that color all over huh?".
Through some Q & A my grandma realized this poor idiot thought that black peoples skin color was different underneath their clothes.
Another girl came up to her and started rubbing her knee with her hand; furiously and in circles. When asked what in the hell did she think she was doing by my grandma bettie the girl responded, "Well doesn't it come off?".
Like my grandmas pigment was literal dirt. And if you rubbed hard enough it'd give way to clean white skin.