I'm Hispanic and my family are all different races, I have African Americans, Asians, German's, and other's. Whenever we would go to California to visit our relatives, it was just a big party of diversity, I'm happy for this!

I do remember the girl's who lived across the street from us here in El Paso, TX. would call my brother and I spiks, and wet back's, that was when I learned about racism.

I was lucky to grow up in a city that was large enough to have black, Latino and white people living all around me. My high school was a good mix of all three. The biggest problem at that time seemed to be between Catholics and Jewish students. The Jewish students were picked on relentlessly. The Catholics called them, “Jew Bagels.” I could never understand if that was derogatory or what? I think it was. But there was no racism among the colors.

I thought everything about both of my parents and their thoughts and backgrounds were racist and vile and I left home the first chance I had to get out.
I was a child who nearly choked on the dread in my throat walking home from the bus nearly every damn day of my life.

I grew up in Sweden and it was not an issue there. Hardly anyone cares about your religion besides when I grew up there were no black, brown or brindle people there.

Grew up in Dallas and whereas Texas can be very racist, Dallas was more cosmopolitan and it was a mixed bag there. My grandmother had a salad dressing business and took on a black woman as partner. My grandmother didn't trust her husband with the recipe (for good reason) so her partner was the only other person who had the recipe. The family often hired blacks for help with gatherings and I never saw anyone being uncivil.

Grew up in a progressive community, had black classmates in high school one was class president never had a problem

I’m old, I grew up in Edinburgh, Scotland and I doubt if either of my parents ever saw a black person except in a newspaper or on newsreel at the cinema.

I am 63, I grew up in a small city in Iowa, where there were almost no colored people. Six black families total and maybe about the same number of Hispanic families. I would guess that my parents and grandparents were mostly oblivious to colored people in their community and mostly just saw them as different and not people to be socially involved with thru any initiative. If they did end up interacting with colored people, they would appear to treat them fairly and positively. But I don't think they wanted any of their children to become close or personal friends with any of them. It was just something unspoken that I sensed with them. My parents were Catholic and one set of grandparents were Methodist.

I'm 55, I grew up in Alabama. I'm white. I could never understand the hate between people because of skin color. I had black people in school that was racist to me. I moved to Arizona when I was 15. I encountered racism from brown people, didn't understand it, so I treated them as they treated me. Now I have no racist beliefs. I believe we are all just humans with different skin colors.

I am 84, born in KY, moved to Mobile, AL at 5. My dad was racist, my mom was not. I do not recall any racist comments growing up. I do not recall a time in my life that I was racist. I love all my human family.