I grew up in Catholic Ireland, despite my parents pleading to the contrary I was all for the IRA and the war we "won", which in retrospect wasn't much of a "win". I never hated someone so much as I hated protestants. So much so that I was bewildered by America's hatred of black people when I immigrated, because the only black people we ever got were on our side. I thought everyone knew how cool black people were, at the time I was told it was insensitive to call them "black", the correct term was "African-American" which made no sense to me because I already had black Irish idols (i.e. Paul McGrath). They were also more friendly to a foreign student than most of the white Christians. Eventually we went to a private Catholic school where there was almost no diversity which was good because it made me realize religion is all bullshit. Ended up in a group of friends comprised of a Japanese, Filipino, Jew, quirky local, gay guy and the bad ass of the group who was abused. Only other students would even note on these statuses, we never mentioned them at all. I eventually moved to Savannah for a while and I was just exploring the town, going for a cycle, when I ran into a MLK march and it took a while but eventually I understook their pain was worse than my pain. I've had the opportunity to live in many places, so much so I can assertively claim I've even influenced my Irish family to a large degree.