growing up in a glass house

I grew up in South Africa during the apartheid era. I caught “whites only” buses to school. I ate my school sandwiches on “whites only” park benches. I drank my beer in "whites only" pubs. I took a piss in “whites only” toilets. And throughout all of my school and teenage years it never ONCE occured to me that this was in any way out of the ordinary; or problematic; or just totally fucked. It was, simply put, the way it was. Like "the sky is blue". And I grew up – very comfortably – with that perspective ... in that glass house.