My parents are both racist. My dad believes slavery "wasn't that bad" because "it was God's way of bringing christianity to the africans." And my mom wouldn't let me go to my friend's house when I was in elementary school, because she was black and my mom said "you don't know how they will be." It made me almost fearful of going to black people's houses, because you don't know how weird they might be. But as I got older, I knew it was just their racism and I could distance myself from it. I still have a feeling of fear but my rational mind goes "that's just the fear your parents instilled into you, there is nothing to be afraid of" and I go on with my life. It doesn't mean I'm racist. It means I'm going against racism, by understanding that my parents were wrong and not acting on it.