I never saw a black retard till I was in my early 20s and working as a house painter(pot head job, good customer base if you deal and good connections for weed if you are buying). We were painting a group home in a residential neighborhood. The black retard got so excited about us in white painters clothes and caps that he tore the sliding glass door out of the wall trying to open it like a regular door. Then he throws it down and runs over to the guy who owned the painting business because he was fascinated by his bald head and started to rub it while repeating over and over, "Hey buddy!" The people who ran the house lured him back inside with pez and then locked him in his room for a time out.