It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
Probably Happened
I doubt that 99.9% of society is not trying offend Black people. It's only those in the public eye that don't want to be protested against or those that don't want to be subject to some lawsuit. This is a common occurrence even for those of us not downtrodden or in bad circumstances.
I was driving from Washington, DC to Chesapeake, Virginia where I grew up. I stopped at a 7-11 in Lightfoot, Virginia to get coffee when another customer asked the clerk "Where'd them [n-words] come from?" We got our coffee and got the heck out of there. This was not that long ago and it happens more than one would think in this day and age.
It proves no matter how educated you become, how many degrees you earn, how much money you make or how many white friends you have, someone will always be there to call you that word. Pisses me off.