When I was a kid (about ten years old) my parents took the family on a trip to a Caribbean island (not sure which)...
The resort was beautiful but being a curious kid I wandered around the gated property.
I looked through the gate and could see some of the locals looking back at me.
I went to my parents and I said “they hate us”.
My parents asked me what I meant.
I explained that nobody had ever looked at me that way—it was raw hate.
They told me “nothing to see there”.
I saw what I saw.
I felt what I felt.
I never went back to any of those islands ever again.
my aunt told me the same thing in the 1960’s..... she went to Jamaica and beneath the smiles and “welcome to Jamaica” there was pure hatred.
I’ve never been. I could just hang out in the Baltimore airport and get the same vibe.