I knew it was wrong to be racist towards black people from a young age. We learned about Martin Luther King, Jr. in elementary school, and he was a hero of mine. Although I lived in a small town in the South, I didn’t witness a lot of white-black incidents because there were virtually no black people there. There were only three black people in my high school, and, yes, they were all related.
So, I grew up thinking that the Civil Rights movement was a victory, and I lived in a mostly post-racism world. I also believed myself to not be racist.Read More