This reminds me of my childhood. When I was little, I brought home a black girl that I had recently become friends with. Certain family members saw us playing in my backyard, got enraged, made racist comments, and made her leave. That was the first time I witnessed racism. To me, she was a nice girl who I had a lot in common with (except the color of our skin). But to others, she was the "wrong" color, so I couldn't play with her anymore.