I also grew up in the South and had a completely different experience. I was surrounded by Black people all the time. My grandfather employeed a lot of them and they were always coming to the house because he ran his business out of it. Also, several were personal friends of the family. My schools were generally half Black and while there was some tension, the kids still played together. And I'm talking about the 70s and early 80s here. I wasn't taught to love Black people, I wasn't told how to treat them. I was shown. The Black people who I came in contact with were treated the same as everyone else I came contact with.
I can really relate to this. My family has lived in the southern US since the 1700s. Many of my ancestors actually owned slaves (not that I'm proud of that.) But the records we have of this are from the mid 1800s and they are very indepth. It's interesting because my ancestor didn't buy any slaves - he inherited them and it was his responsibility to take care of them - he was sort of at a loss about what to do with them. The slaves he owned were scared to death that he was going to "put them out" at the end of the war. He ended up freeing them (of course) but they didn't go anywhere - they just stayed in their housing on his farm and sharecropped. Things stayed about the same.
These same black and white families still live in the same area - on the same land - actually in some of the same houses (my parents' house was built by former slave owners - my dad's ancestors - and former slaves in the late 1800s). We visit each other's churches, attend each other's weddings and funerals, visit each other, etc etc. We are friends with these families. This is the "racism" I grew up around.
My very first memory of being disciplined by my dad was when I called my brother the N word when I was five. Heck , I didn't even know what it meant. The next thing I knew my dad had me pushed up against the wall and his finger was pointing in my face and he told me in the sternest voice I had ever heard up to that point, "I better not EVER hear that word come out of your mouth again!"
I guess racism could have been happening all around me but I was certainly not aware of it. The first two years I went to school, schools were still segregated - but I was living on a military installation and that is such an integrated lifestyle that I never even realized that "blacks" had even had to fight for the right to attend the same schools.
Racism continues to amaze me whenever I see it.