My mom had always had what I thought was an irrational hate for Caucasians. She’d always mentioned being on the bus when Rosa Parks was arrested — an event that made very little sense to my 7-year-old self. So, I was taught to not to speak to whites unless spoken to. Don’t stare them in the eyes. Say “yes, Sir,” “yes, Ma’am,” but only to the fair-skinned. This was survival.