On being innocent of your nation's crimes

"Most of the black people I have met have greeted me with reproach. Everything for them is about, or is, racism. Almost every situation or encounter with one of them has been unpleasant, often very nasty. They seem to see me face and immediately know they are pre-programmed to not like me. I did nothing to will this or bring it about. When I was growing up, you couldn't not like black people, because everyone knew they were oppressed yet of course totally cool, and you couldn't hate them, because we hadn't known any. We did not normally encounter them at school, work, or where we lived. We knew they were cool, because everyone else; we know they were oppressed, as so many people are. But when you find yourself 20 years old and encountering more than one or two them routinely, suddenly you see that these ontologically oppressed, and the 'childish' innocent person in you who a priori likes everyone and takes their coolness for granted, see that they hate you for the crimes committed against their ancestors, from which, in fact, they are still suffering, though you had no part in causing that, it makes you wonder. It makes you wonder not, am I not guilty of being the cause of their suffering (for you know that you are not), but why do we have to have this hatred thing? And that's a real question that one can ask from either side of the fence that is supposed to separate us.
”So you get a hard morality on. It doesn’t help, does it?”