FWIW department- I was born in 1949 and raised in Virginia so I can tell you that racism is truly “inbred.” My parents were racists, although they were nicer than most towards blacks. It must have been late 50s and early 60s when I saw the Freedom Marchers on TV being gassed, bit by dogs and generally treated like dirt all because they wanted to vote, to exercise their rights as citizens and generally get decent jobs and so on. In my childhood naivety I couldn’t understand how people could treat other folks so badly because of the color of their skin. When I studied Martin Luther King and all he wanted, I could see that America was truly a crazy place. In my own childish way I sat on the back of the bus with the blacks or even gave up my seat so a black could sit. I would intentionally drink out of designated black water fountains and sit at the black only lunch counters. The waitress would say “you can’t sit here it’s for blacks only” and I would reply “But I’m white.” By the time I started demonstrating against Vietnam in 1969, my dad said to me “Why are you demonstrating with all those niggers?” I told him “We are all niggers, cannon fodder for rich peoples’ wars.”