So much of this sounds like my childhood, Jim. My household was less racist than most but prejudice still lurked in corners and hid under tables. However, that Virginia community was and still is very racist. Trump won there with a huge majority of the vote.
I never understood racism. Not saying that none rubbed off on me in some underhanded way as is does with even the most socially conscious people, but it never made sense to me. As a child, I was confounded by the racism I saw around me. Our schools were some of the last in the country to integrate. Our doctor’s office had segregated waiting rooms until he retired in 1970. Rarely did a black person shop in the stores the whites patronized. Our churches were completely separate. You never saw a black person in the only restaurant in town. Once we integrated, it was so odd to be around blacks all day and not see them outside of school.
I’ve had a childhood racism story marinating in my mind. Perhaps, it’s time to air it to the Medium world.