Not only am I out of my family's influence, I am 180 degrees from their way of thinking, and have been for a long time. But I still come to the realization at times that I'm still progressing in ridding myself of the memories of those vignettes from growing up in a racist home, from my mind. I know from experience that the kind of indoctrination to racism that happens in the type of family in which I was raised, is very hard to escape. That's not to imply that someone raised the way I was, should receive empathetic consideration for their racist views, (if they still have them), as not being their fault, or that they never knew better. A racist is a racist, and it's a very bad thing to be. Likewise, I claim no credit or reward for becoming aware that there's only one race in humanity. In my case, it was just continuing to grow up.