I grew up in a near north suburb of Chicago in the 1960s and 1970s and saw severe segregation. It was only alleviated somewhat by the Civil Rights Act of 1964 that canceled race restrictions on real estate, and some court decisions that required desegregation of the schools. My school remained segregated. There were zero African American kids, one or two Hispanic kids and several Asian kids. The latter two groups were pretty much treated like they were white. It was easy to think we were not racist because we had few opportunities to live that aspiration. In later years, we learned that the gay boys were being tortured in the boys bathroom. We had no idea because none of them felt comfortable enough with any of the girls or other boys to tell us. We also learned much later that some of our classmates were being abused by parents and others, again no one felt comfortable talking about it. We pretended to be like Leave It to Beaver, but it was probably more like Twin Peaks.