Jim Jarmusch and Spike Lee made black & white films in the 80s for financial reasons. Alfred Hitchcock made Psycho in B&W because he thought it would be too gory in color.
I got my first color TV in 1984, when I was 17. I bought it from a pawn shop for $25, over my mother’s objection.
She had banned color TVs from the house, because she believed they gave you cancer.
She probably read something back in the 1950s about experiments with uranium to produce the color red in televisions-- and it produced great red, but the TVs could never be sealed correctly, and were always a little radioactive, so uranium was abandoned, and no uranium-containing TV was ever released commercially.
The first color TVs didn’t have true red, either. The red problem wasn’t solved for a while, and was the holy grail of TV research for about a decade, IIRC.
Also, the ghost, or bad hold, or whatever people talked about had to do with very early color simply being colors broadcast over B&W. Color TV images were very poorly defined, and needed the “support,” or whatever or the B&W images to define them. The first color images looked like you were sitting across the room watching through your reading glasses.
But back to my personal saga. Our TV when I was little was a 19" portable B&W. I must have filled in the colors in my head, as other people have said. The first time it was ever an issue was when I was 5 or 6, and I got an album of Sesame Street songs. On the cover, Big Bird was yellow. Big Bird, I insisted, was white. Mind you, I was fine with Bert being yellow, Ernie being red, and Grover being blue. I just thought Big Bird was white.
I’d been watching the show since the first episode, so, two or three years.
My mother explained that we didn’t have a color TV-- our TV was black and white. Of course our TV had color, I insisted-- how could we see the different parts of anything without the colors? (or words like that-- I don’t remember verbatim.)
Our old portable went out, and we got a new 19" portable B&W. That went out, and my brother and I thought we might finally get color, because only 13" came in B&W anymore. But nope. My mother still believed in the cancer/color connection (it’s interesting to note my parents both died rather young from cancer, and neither was a smoker). At this point, my brother and I had our own 13" B&W TVs our grandfather had bought us, so we didn’t care about the B&W in the living room. My parents moved it into their bedroom.
In 1992, I gave them my old color (not the one from the pawn shop-- I’d given my brother that-- one that was 19" and about 4 years old) as a gift when I moved and got a better one. My father was so happy to get it. He was 62.