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I grew up in a very white rural area. I met a black person for the first time at school when I was sixteen. She and her mother were the only black people in our entire county. Although my family is not technically white, we pass easily enough, both culturally and with the appearance of (tanned) white skin. Racism was common, just the background of normal everyday existence. I grew up calling brazil nuts “nigger toes;” worried that as a child who liked to drink coffee, it would turn my skin black; and of course, knew the very scary boogeyman to be a big black man, just waiting to get me. Fear and ignorance, and lack of examples to counter stereotypes played a big part of my awareness of cultures and race in my formative years.