The most memorable was when I was jogging in area of Audubon Park near the Mississippi River called The Butterfly. I had not run there in a while and the last time I did it was all blacks there, no whites. I had never seen that before, but no big deal. In the middle of my run three black guys jumped out the back of a truck and beat the shit out of me. Broken nose, lacerations, loose tooth. I heard one guy say something to the affect no whites allowed here.
Three people close to me murdered in what would be considered hate crimes had the murderers been white. One uncle, two friends. One riding his bike to his mother's house for dinner, one corralled into his house and executed. Shot point blank with a shotgun in his throat. Not even a robbery. But that wasn't me so we won't count that.
The window washers at intersections targeted whites. If you didn't give them money they'd key your car.
Long time ago. I'd prefer to forget those experiences.