I was in the first integrated class at my elementary school. It was the first day of First Grade and we were all milling around outside waiting to be let in. Most of the kids were with a parent, but one little black girl was standing by herself. I walked up and said, “Hi, I’m Paul, what’s your name?”
She looked me square in the eye, hostile as all get out, and said, “My Mamma told me to not talk to white people.”
They have been taught young.