I grew up not thinking about racial biases because I was white and in a 99.9% white area. There were no people of color in my school, so race never came up. My classmates had queer people to bully.
Then I went several states away for college and started noticing things. Even my mom, who would swear she wasn't racist, thinks it's fair that black men are incarcerated for far longer that white folks for comparable crimes.
Tangent: our area was so overwhelmingly white my little brother was confused when he first saw a black man in line at the grocery store. He asked my mom "what's wrong with his skin?" My mom told the man "I'm sorry, he doesn't get out much," before explaining to my brother that people come in all sorts of colors. (not sure how old he was, but he was at least kindergarten-age.)




