Probably the most racist thing I encountered during my LDS childhood (and there were many) was the time we went to Youth Conference at Gettysburg College when I was 16. Instead of touring the sites and monuments of the battle like any reasonable youth group, we only went to the battlefield to play a silly and offensive game of "Lamanites vs. Nephites" in which we reenacted some supposed battle in which the wicked and cursed dark-skinned ancestors of the indigenous peoples of the Americas killed their more righteous and still-white kinspeople. That's right - we play-acted some mythic battle of a ludicrous cult of white supremacy on the very ground in which the US Army courageously battled to stop the advances of a cause of white supremacy, losing thousands of men in the process.
It was even more absurd than the time two years earlier when we had to watch a silly pageant depicting such events on the hill where Joseph Smith claimed to have received gold plates from the prophet-warrior turned angel Moroni, who was the last representative of that supposed group of white Israelites to not be killed by their savage, dark-skinned brethren.
