I was taught the story of Emmett Till by my mother at a young age.
I don't think she did it as a warning as much as to be like, "This is something you should be aware of." He was 14. He got dragged out of his uncle's house and tortured and killed because he maybe flirted with a white woman. getting off brought a twisted, but understandable feeling of justice. verdict, my dad was now getting enough money to move his wife and three children to a nice house in a Chicago suburb.
The world made it complicated and assumed I had an ulterior motive, and it sucks, but I understand why.
That's one of the issues with interracial dating.
And I'm going to go off if you say some dumb shit like that to me.
But outside of those situations, I'm not thinking about race like that.
If I explain some racially complex subtlety of life to my white girlfriend, that's one more white person who knows why using "ghetto" as a pejorative is cringeworthy and offensive.
That's one more white person who knows why I'm going to arrogantly list off my academic and professional achievements if some white person asks me if I play basketball. But don't assume that that's how the fuck I got by in life because I'm black and tall.