content: I recall in the 70s my grandmother and my aunt talking about the nice, affluent Portand (Oregon) neighborhood they grew up in.  Once the "blacks" started moving in it turned to shit.  They sold the family home and moved away.  Being a young Canadian boy I thought they were just racist, ignorant old people.  But now I get it. We drove past the old family home one time.  The neighborhood was shoddy and the house was clearly run down, in fact I couldn't understand why they spoke so fondly of it.  Young liberal me was incapable of putting 2 and 2 together. They called them "blacks" or "negros" but without a hint of anger or dislike.  It was just adjective to them, like pretty or tall.  And they had had black acquaintances that they spoke fondly of.  But it was clear that as a group the blacks were poison.