My experiences are somewhat different. Not only did my late wife cover her head in shame when taking me to a festival in her home town of Ishioka, but every woman there made it quite clear that the white boy was not welcome there.
(And I know the difference between staring at someone with a different skin color and hatred).
One time, my mother was traveling with just the two kids (my brother and I) and a Japanese man deliberately shoved her down the train steps...almost breaking her hip/leg. After she landed and the packages went everywhere, he picked up a tangerine that had fallen and said in English, "You dropped this," and walked off. But, we felt safer there than we do here in the US. lol
“My experiences are somewhat different.”
It’s amazing how many people manage to remain blissfully unaware of such a blatant phenomenon. I wonder how they do it.