Pit In My Stomach

The other day some kid tried to break into our neighbors apartment. Jeff was taking the trash out and he ran by, shortly followed by our neighbor. When Jeff came in and told me a kid was breaking into our neighbors I instantly thought of the kid across the street that just moved in. Jeff quickly responded, "he was white."

Was I inadvertently being racist? We were just talking about racism in my book club the other day and how it is still very evident in this day and age. I don't consider myself to be racist at all but for some reason my stomach sank in doubt when Jeff told me he was white. I cant decide if I was being stereotypical about black people or was it the fact that Jeff said it was a "kid" that triggered the idea that it could be the new kid across the street. He is really the only kid we have in our neighborhood other than toddlers. I really think a lot of it is that I try to be sensitive to other races. I worry a lot about offending people. Maybe I am over thinking this too much.