My dad had a picture with his black friend framed at my grandma's house and my little brother saw it when he was 3. I was 7 and we went to the grocery store with my grandma. (She lives in the ghetto part of Houston) we went into the grocery store and my little brother saw a black man and ran up to him and screamed, "DADDY!" This black man had chains and gold teeth and a gun in his front pocket.