They tried. My great grandparents were racist and lived in a sundown town. I started kindergarten there at an all white school. My granny used to ask me every day after school while I was eating my snack if there were any colored kids at the school. I pretended I didn’t know what she meant and just to piss her off I would tell her about my brown friend Monica. (I think her dad was Indian maybe.) She used to get so mad. Even as a small child I knew it was wrong and she was just a hateful old lady who loved me because I was her blood. Had she been nice but otherwise racist, maybe I never would have known any better but little kids have a very real understanding of right and wrong. I remember thinking at the age of 5 how wrong and ridiculous she was.