Fort Collins, CO
My father lost two children to violent deaths, when I was young, and it wasn’t until I was older that I appreciated that he didn’t seem to hold any racial grudges. His racism was the relatively benign type of his generation, which assumptions that all black people liked watermelon and were good at basketball. Having survived the loss of two of his children the way he did, I think a lot of men could have lived out their days with racial hatred. He didn’t, and he didn’t raise his kids that way either.