I grew up in a place like that, a land of racists and clueless wypipo, a place where DWBs and WWBs were a favorite sport of the racist police department, a place where shopkeepers called 911 on black people, etc., a place that was very unfriendly to anyone who wasn't white.
My parents were there because they are artists and that was where their day jobs were. Artists can't be too picky, especially when they have a mess of kids to feed. (My parents didn't believe in birth control until the station wagon was full.)
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Me and my siblings fled Whitelandia as soon as we were able. So did my parents.
I've spent about four decades of my life now living in communities that are not white majority.
One of my grandpas was a White Wild West racist. He had a fit when I chose to marry, in his words, "a Mexican girl." Men in his family just didn't do that. He boycotted our wedding, but to his credit he got over it.
Where I live now there are about as many black people as there are white people like me. The majority cultures are Mexican American and Asian American.
The noisy kids living next door to us are fully tri-lingual Filipino Mexican American. In our larger community, 40% of the kids don't speak English at home. This place is more "American" to me than any white place I've lived.
I suppose the most American place I've lived is an Indian Reservation.
U.S.A. white culture has its positive aspects, but it carries a huge load of baggage.
I try not to be a clueless white person, but even now I have my moments...
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