I was raised in a place and at a time where there were no minorities other than Catholics. So, I suppose I should not have any racism in my makeup. But I know I do. Nor have I ever met anyone who didn’t have some element of racism in their thinking, no matter how hard they fought against the notion.
I think racism in a sense, is inherent to human beings. From our earliest days, we form patterns of thinking. We get bitten by a bug when we are children, and we think all bugs bite. We see some group of people that tends to hold certain things in common (Say, many Italians and pasta, Frenchmen and wine, Irish and pugnacity) and we tend to think in patterns about them, realizing the whole time that there are differences among them. Maybe they’re positive patterns, maybe they’re negative and maybe they don’t matter at all. It’s part of the way people universalize, but for which process we wouldn’t be able to think anything through.
I think what’s much more important is how we treat individuals. I recall, long ago, being told by a priest that “You don’t have to like people, you have to love them.” Love is wanting the good of that person, and has nothing to do with whether something about him or her is not at the top of my list of attractions, or even grinds against some pattern I have seen repeated and tend to think of as having universal application.