There are still pockets in California and everywhere else where I’m sure that a person will get dirty looks for being a different race.
Being Hispanic, I’ve gotten my fair share of glances and whispers.
I especially remember a time my family and I went to the snow and stopped in Angels Camp on the way back down from the mountains. When we walked into a fast food restaurant, it could have been a scene out of those old westerns where a lonesome stranger walks into a bar...
