Unfortunately (?) I haven't experienced my own racial identity reflected back to me in a negative light. As a white person, I have "enjoyed" the luxury of being seen as belonging to the "default." The only time I was acutely aware of my whiteness was when I visited St. Martin, a Caribbean island that is half-Dutch, half-French, and overwhelmingly black and poor. For the first time, I was the odd man out. I remember being laughed at good-naturedly by a trio of Caribbean ladies when they spotted me wearing a hat that I had just bought in the local market that was more traditionally worn by the natives. I was embarrassed by the attention being directed toward me but did not feel anger or any need to defend myself or otherwise strike out at those who were finding humor in me.