My family used to live in Section 8 when I was a wee lad because we were poor wiggers, and one day I was locked out of the apartment because I had forgotten the keys as I was coming home from school. It was freezing, and my fingertips were nearly frostbitten. I cried for some time until a black family heard me and let me inside their home. They gave me food and water and let me stay until my mom could arrive to unlock the door.
Similarly, there was this lightskin black kid in Freshman year of high school who saw that I was a lonely sperg goonhitler and decided to talk to me out of pity. We ended up becoming decent friends, but I moved schools.
I have generally chuddy views on mass immigration and whatnot, but I don't really consider myself a racist on an individual level.