I moved to the American Deep South to an area where there was a need for publishers. I was a blue-blooded white boy who had no clue.
The American Negroes had only recently begun integrating in the South. Actually, Witness congregations had been only very recently integrated. I was not an elder, I only aspired to be useful. But the elders were black and although it was never verbalized, there was a measure of self-worth for a southern black man to have any responsibility, at his place of employment, as a school teacher or as a clergyman, with white people beneath him.
The prejudice was more than subtle. Their own children got away with the usual kid stuff, but if a white kid had any sign of trouble, there was going to be plenty of counsel given! Also, I was available to do any of the chores that MS's do and I was given those chores, but it took long years before a CO came along and asked why I wasn't appointed.
My list goes on, but you get the idea. I just told myself that the burden of understanding was on me.