STLfag here. I grew up in STL. A mile from the peabody projects, no less. Half my friends were black as a child and we were tight! I still love them and they love me.
I can tell you that, as a percentage, that black people are distrusting of whites. This is my experience and may be relegated to the few square miles, in which I used to hang out in my youth.
I would be jumped by multiple black kids, only to be rescued by a few who knew me and would tell the rest to back off! They would tell the others that "He Black" .
I harbored no ill will and still do not.
This makes me so sad. So many in our society have allowed definitions to be provided for us, externally. The people, who attacked me had no idea that I was one of them, but a different color.
I have been homeless and down on my luck, despite my skin tone. There have been no hand outs for me.
It would be easy to feel angry at others, given misdirection by the media and the "smart people" in our culture, but I know that my plight was a result of my choices!
fast forward a few decades and I am the father of a millennial. Funny thing…He calls me a racist and tells me about my privilege. I am at a loss. I would laugh at him, but this is way too serious for that!
All I can do is trust the plan.