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Well the main thing disqualifying me is that we're assuming I was ever good at making any friends or that this is my fault. I have African-American acquaintances, but if only true friends count, you'll have to give me a rain check on that one.

I had maybe one that would actually fit your specific terms (though he preferred Black Billy with the adjective usually being big or sexy). One of my good friends living in Texas was black, but he'd call himself a Black American or Cuban American rather than African American. In Japan, my black friends were (I moved to the middle of nowhere recently and don't use social media, so friendships tend to fade) black men from Africa (mostly Tanzania).

I think African American is one of those terms that (a) is super American-centric and (b) isn't something everyone would call themselves. You can actually read into how "Native Americans" feel about that term (many don't like it, apparently, because America (the country being the US)) wasn't the place they came from; they came from the land that their ancestors settled, not some stolen version of it. Some actually prefer "Indian" while others favor something more like "aboriginal peoples" or "first nations".

I can pretty much count with one hand the times I've talked with a black person ever. Don't see them around much where I'm from.

Growing up one of my best friends was African American, but we lost contact after elementary school. Don't have a clue how to contact him or if he'd even want to get in touch, though.

My brother did see him at his job and he remembered my brother, so there's that. I wish him well, but I don't know if I can handle bringing back old friends into my life because of how awkward it would be for me, as someone who doesn't handle awkward well.

I did go to school with one but he was a decent friend and we carried on in classes together. He came from Ghana, and I can't remember the specifics of his moving (it's been over 15 years) but he was originally born in Ghana. He was pretty smart, but I think he struggled a bit with "integrating" to the high school, as he'd let himself be the butt of jokes at times. He'd tell stories about growing up in Ghana and exaggerate or make up details that would carry on into ongoing phrases we'd repeat like inside jokes. Particularly, he said he would ride a bull to school, which turned into a sing-song phrase "ridin' bulls". He was a good time.

The state isn't exactly known for its spectacular past (we were a Union state though), and I think there was some fear with other students. He was in the International Baccalaureate program with me, so he was sorta insulated from the classic "dumb" racists, but you still have to traverse the hallways and life exists outside of school. Didn't keep up after graduation though.

Am Detroiter. I know a few black folks. I even consider some to be my friends and community.

Not since freshman year in high school. My list of friends has only shrunk since then.

My best friend in kindergarten until high school (although through high school, just got to see her less because we no longer lived near each other) was mixed. We had many sleep overs and birthday parties and going out to places! It's impossible to contact her now, but her Facebook still seems active and she's doing well.

I'm not from the U.S.

I've seen bad takes from you before but Jesus christ the comments ITT tops them all