As naïve as it may sound, when I was growing up, I believed that racism was a thing in the past. My grandmother, a Jehovah’s Witness, who practically raised me until I was 11 or 12, taught me to love all people regardless of their differences. In many ways, this message was echoed by my mother and father. During my pre-teens and teenage years, I attended racially and ethnically diverse middle and...
