I am white. I have always been a proponent of ending segregation and treating people fairly. I have mentored black children for many years, and have several very close friends who are black. I have made sure my family attended churches and civic groups that were mixed.
Over the years, I have been mugged or home-invaded or had my car trashed on five separate occasions. All of the perps were black. I did not and do not live in dangerous neighborhoods. I have been accused of racism more times than I can count, for all sorts of trivia, by co-workers when I called them to account for not delivering the work they had promised, by motorists who were endangering others, or for asking our community board to enforce the rules even-handedly.
I am tired.
I regret your troubles. You tried.
You’re far from the only one.