When I was about 12, I started to become political aware.
I read about racism in the papers, and I believed it.
There wasn't any around me. Even though it was a fairly diverse neighborhood and my parents were older than the norm. I just figured that my family and neighbors were exceptional.
When I went to a high school, I wondered if I would see all this racism, I was still reading about, but again, I did not. And again, I just figured that my school and fellow classmates were better than average people. Very progressive.
Then I went college in the near by city, and, well you get it. I was in class with minorities, we socialized together, ect ect ect. And I just figured that my city was one of the better ones.
THEN, I read that racial activists considered my city one of the WORSE ones.
And I realized that it was all bullshit.