That's well put. My experiences are entirely different. There were two whole black families where I grew up and they were treated like royalty almost. Smart and athletic, one went to the Olympics. It wasn't until later when visiting Detroit I saw the depravity of man, driving through neighbourhoods with burned out buildings where you don't slow down for a stop sign. But even then, I heard some amazing local blues, my friend and I (the only white folk) welcome. I can't answer your question, only you can. Each person is different.