Things have changed.
In the old days a racist was proud to be a racist, they threw around their offensive and backward opinions without a care in the world, they had faith in their convictions, no doubt helped by the over-arching air of racism that propagated the the good old days.
They accepted and wore the epithet of racist with pride, with honour, a sense that they would be proven right in the long run and that being a racist would one day by a positive, rather than a negative. They accepted the pejorative with a shrug and a "so what?".
Racists have realised that being a racist is actually a fundamental human flaw and shows you to be not only intellectual stunted but quite possibly, mentally ill; failing to resolve your own personal issues and projecting your weaknesses and fears onto innocent people. They have also discovered that most people do not like racists and would prefer it if racists stopped being racist and educated themselves and stopped basking in their myopic ignorance.
Now we have a new brand of racist, one who still vomits racist ideas but when you confront them with the truth that they are a racist and explain why in clear detail, they look at you with a mix of horror and confusion and say: "but I'm not a racist and you calling me a racist is an effort to silence my freedom of expression, this is because you are a fascist."
Racists are now in denial, their ideas have proven to be wrong and they've drifted to the margins of modern thought, they hope that by denying their inherent racism, their racist ideas will be seen in a new light.
We live in an age of racists refusing to accept that they are racists.
An age of the racist wanting their racist cake and eating it.