Interesting thread. I am African American, but also a first generation American (mom was born in Jamaica, dad in the Jim Crow south). I spent most of my formative years in the UK in the 1970s and 1980s when Britain was experiencing its own racial cleavages (aftermath of the Enoch Powell “Rivers of Blood” speech and the rise of the National Front). At the same time, having an identity that usually went nationality, then race/ethnicity (“Oi you Yank!”) was an interesting wrinkle. But other times, being racially abused by phenotype - I always note I’ve never been called a racial slur to my face in the US, but it happened a LOT as a kid in Britain in the 1970s and 1980s.
Because I went to American schools with the requisite Cold War propaganda that America is Great and Solved All of Our Problems During the Difficult Sixties, I tended to believe in the colorblind ideal that we strive for in the US. After all, we were solidly middle class, my parents were successful, and we lived in military and civilian housing with people of different racial backgrounds and even social class (commissioned officers have nicer houses in the military context, but they live in the same community).
So when I moved to the US permanently at age 14, I was flummoxed to see that Black and Brown folks generally lived in segregated communities. I went to a Department of Defense school in the UK that had every ethnicity, but in America my school was almost exclusively Black and Brown kids. White people didn’t live in the community near the school, and those who did found ways to get their kids out of the school. So there was a handful of white kids, but not enough for them to acutely feel out of place (I imagine).
As it turns out, my hometown of Austin Texas was determined as the most socioeconomically segregated city in the US. And in the US, socioeconomic status is strongly correlated to race. In essence, I had the myth of racial equality deconstructed as a teenager. I initally did not believe police targeted kids of color, until it happened to me and my friends - but not to my White friends (or at least to the same degree). It so happens that my city was under court order to integrate its schools until the late 1980s, 30-odd years after the Brown v. Board of Education case. Austin wasn’t an exception; this was more or less the norm in the Southern US. I happened to be in school at the time when school zoning was court ordered, so even in my school in the Latino barrio of Austin, we had Asian and White kids in the school as well. And though we were exposed to the same toxic racist stew from the media and society writ large (and in some cases, our own families), we mostly got along. My best friends in school were Asian, White, Latino, and Black (we got together over the holidays and it looked like a UN convention). Kids tend to figure this stuff out.
The funny thing that I have noticed (anecdotally, I’m not an anthropologist) is that in my peer group, we had a lot of cultural exchange. At a class reunion a decade ago, I was struck by how many interracial couples were in the class below mine. White and Black, White and Latino/a, Black and Latino/a, Asian and Latino/a… it was noticable. (My White best friend is married to a Taiwanese American.) I feel fortunate to have been in school at that moment and to have had that natural intermingling, and learn that there were awesome people, and assholes, regularly distributed across each ethnic and racial group.
I also learned that we were an exception. Some schools in my city were less diverse and were clearly “Black” or “Brown” or “White.” For the latter, they were in the west part of the city and generally had better facilities, resources, etc. In fact, after a fight between students at an affluent White school and a low income Black school, the superintendents of both districts created an exchange program where ambassadors visited each others’ schools. I was selected and hosted a kid from the affluent White school, and couldn’t quite understand why he asked so many questions about how run down our school was. When I was hosted by him at his school, I got it. His school was superior in every way - facility, library, sports fields, cafeteria. I’m sure his teachers were great, but ours were awesome too. Seems like you would have to believe in the possibility of all kids learning to be a teacher at my school.
Anyway. I’ve spent my career analyzing racial disparities in education, and I think it has a lot to do with my formative experiences - having the ideal of a colorblind society posited, believing it, but then the sharp shock of seeing that ideal completely debunked. I take a class of my students to the UK every summer to comparitively analyze inequity in both national contexts, and of course the social class rifts are quite apparent and different from the UK. However, the racial gaps exist too, and Brexit brought that to the forefront, even if there are proxies used to discuss race (and the conflation of xenophobia and other forms of prejudice).
I find this super interesting, look forward to reading others’ perspectives.