I will admit my italian side of the family were prejudice.
from the age of 4 i remember arguing with them i never backed off from my position. there prejudice never influenced me. i saw what happened to decent blacks in the 60s. it disgusted me.
i innately loved all “groups” and my love for israel never waivers.
you can break the cycle.
if you wanted too.
THEY (some) dont want to
I commend you.
If I’m not mistaken, though, the racism in your family is different, though, than that in black families.
In your family it wasn’t the blacks’ fault that you couldn’t succeed. It wasn’t the blacks “keeping you down”.
Right?
The generational racism that we’re talking about here has the added component of victimhood and a ready excuse for failure. And that’s a hard siren song to break.