Where are these isolated enclaves you speak of, you know the ones where you are shocked when you see a person of color? Do you need a secret password to get inside them? How did I avoid them?
I grew up in a very small population of people who are isolated from any decent sized urban area. I lived in 3 different small towns, all about 20 miles or so from each other. I went from K-12 in these three small towns. One had a population of 2000, one 15,000, and one 350 (yes, 350). The nearest big city was about 80 miles away. That's where we had to go to get things from department stores, see new release movies, etc. So while I did go to this city a few times a year and did see people of other races....this was nothing compared to the life I lived every day.
There was not one black person living in ANY of these 3 towns. Not ONE. There were some hispanic people, mostly migrant workers. There were some native Americans. That's it. If there were any people of Asian decent, I do not recall even ONE in any of my schools or seeing one in the small towns I lived in.
The people who lived in theses cities enjoyed their isolation from other races and talked about it openly. They did not have any actual individuals who were black to act racist toward or to pull any hate crimes toward....but they still spoke openly about how they WOULD do this if they DID have people of color in the small towns.
The hispanic and native Americans who lived there were treated like lower class citizens and were basically segregated in most ways. The white shop owners would not hire them, the kids in school taunted them, people would make straight up racist comments to their faces. But I would occasionally hear something like "at least we only have injuns and spics, no blacks".
By the grace of God, my mother was not raised in these towns, she was raised in the bigger city 80 miles away. She has always been an egalitarian, and racial issues were definitely something she tried to raise awareness about where ever she could. She was a school teacher, on the city council, and essentially an activist in her own right.
Though she did not ever successfully get a 5th generation racist (like most everyone in these towns were) to "see the light", she did in her own small way make an impact.
For one thing, she raised my brother and I to understand that the ignorance and hate these racist towns folk were showing was NOT ok and it was NOT any kind of a "truth". She explained to us very well how hate for other races works and that it would never ever be allowed in our home in any way. This has affected me for my whole life. Particularly when young, because if it had not been for my mother, I am positive I would have chimed along with the other WHITE kids in my school and town and taunted the kids of color and made the same types of remarks about how "at least they aren't black". How would I have not turned out that way if my parents had been just like them, like it was for all those other white kids?
One time a black entertainer (a singer and puppetier) came to our grade school to give a performance at an assembly. As a teacher, she was also part of the committee who arranged for this entertainer to come perform for us. The whole school was chattering because - literally - no black person had EVER come to our school before. Mostly people were good with it because he was a "performer". It is ok for them to entertain us, you know. Right?
Then after his performance, my mom knew the guy was in town over night at a hotel, so she invited him to our house for dinner.
This literally caused a scandal.
To have a black man come to our home, invited by my mother (who was young and gorgeous at the time, and obviously, white) made those tongues clack all over town. People accused her of wanting to have sex with him. (sigh) She was married to my father at the time, who was also home for dinner when the guy came over. He was very fun, gracious, and obviously not used to these small towns where NO black people lived. We had a great dinner, I felt very blessed because this awesome talented man came to our home (he was very kind to my brother and I and showed us his puppets up close).
The town talked and talked. My mom never responded to any of them. She would not validate their bullcrap. She was simply being herself, she genuinely wanted to invite him over. (Our home was always filled with people she would invite over, usually artists, musicians, dancers, writers). She gave not one thought to his race nor to the "consequences" of all those clacking tongues. She dropped some friends after that, though. She saw their true colors after word got back to her what they had been saying.
The towns I am speaking of are in the pacific northwest. Its not like I grew up in Kentucky. I graduated HS in 1985. The town I graduated from still has ZERO black residents or students today and the population is also the same.
The same families who always lived there still live there. I do not have any friends from there, because they are all still the same small minded racists I moved away from as soon as I could. My mother moved away too, as soon as I did. I will never go back other than to visit, and even when I do that, all I can do is look around at the amazing amount of pure white nastiness.