I always thought that my grandpa was racist when I was a kid. As an adult though, I have had long conversations with him and found out that he hates the cultures more than the colors of people's skin, which is still not good, but I was able to stop looking at him as a complete racist at least. He always talked about how ignorant some cultures are, and I always mistook it for him saying how stupid certain people of color are. I don't know how to feel about it these days. Everyone has their own perspective and they all think that their perspective is the right. In the end, just serve your fellow man, you will never have an obscurity of the values of right and wrong.