I absolutely love your post and it was written so well, your dad would be very proud. I was raised the same way. My mother would sit preschool me next to her on the piano and play slave spirituals and explain them to me and cry. When one of my brother’s little friends said the n word in our yard, my mother dealt with him very harshly (“these words will not be spoken on our property” kind of thing). My parents admired many, many African Americans, in sports and music, and introduced me to their talents, or them personally, with reverence. I truly didn’t see race as a child at all. Gd bless my parents for that.
Sad that this isn’t the world I thought it was.
I find it seismically ironic that the Left claims to be the voice of Martin Luther King, yet the dream of being able to "live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character" is anathema to the Left.
To embrace that dream is to repudiate themselves.