I have some thought to run by you fine people. I was watching a church service where some of the black members were asked to share their stories of encounters with racism. The stories were heartbreaking, most of them happen 20-30 years ago. That those things were happening in the 80’s and 90 ‘s surprises me. One incident was in LA. One of the women shared that she didn’t like that well meaning people pretend they don’t know she’s black, therefore never really know her. She feels overlooked. I’m in my early 50’s . I feel I was always taught that. You’re not supposed to notice color. I’m always curious about people and their stories , but to ask a black person about their lives assuming it was different was racists. It did keep us from really knowing one another though. Thoughts??