I can agree with being raised a certain way.
My grandmother raised me and my sisters to be unconcerned with material things, or petty things like skin tone, race, etc.
It was good and bad in some ways...Good because I wasn't raised by someone who was color struck, etc. bad because I think I had to find a lot of things on my own....Tense racial relations being one of them. I honestly was in a bubble which exclusively included a private school, church and home.

Which is why it was so hard to understand why so many black people were so "angry" down here.
I had to find out many things on my own, even my own ethnic identity. Which didn't even matter to me much (again being raised the way I was), until other people started questioning it. Having a black female barber PULL at the roots of your head to examine them, only to confirm there wasn't a perm in my head, after I already told her there wasn't one. Then questioning my ethnic makeup. That's when I realized that my own people will single me out and make me feel uncomfortable, and insult me. Up until then, I never felt different. I just wasn't raised that way.
My grandmother didn't sit down and play with our hair as youngsters or talk about her ethnic makeup and ancestry.

Nor did she teach us the difference between light, caramel, mocha light with two milks, espresso..and all that mess. She was mostly concerned with us doing well in school, being well groomed and getting our butts to Sunday School every weekend.

And honestly, even though part of me wishes she had shared just a little more, or took the time to know a little more, I cannot blame her.