I mean put yourself in my perspective here, suburban white boy in elementary school.

I don’t think there was even one black kid in my own grade until high school.

My only knowledge of prejudice being a bad thing came from an MLK poster in first grade, and my second grade teacher reproducing Jane Elliot’s experiment in class (which in retrospect is kinda fucked up and traumatized me into being good, because I wasn’t allowed near my best friend).