You see, I truly disagree here. Ever since I was a young kid, growing up in a rural village- I was fascinated by those who are different and bring in new and interesting ideas, foods, customs, etc, etc. They were few and far between, but we had kids who'd lost their homes and families in the Frejus dam disaster, kids from Hungary who were refugees, kids from italian immigrants, and gipsies from time to time and circus kids. To me, they were a breath of fresh air- and made me hungry for travel and see new worlds and have new experiences. I felt so ashamed, even aged 6- at the insular and racist attitudes of my peers.
I'll always remember the first black man I saw- a missionary who came to talk to us with the Vicar at Primary School. All I wanted to do was touch his hair- so at the end of his talk- I asked, and he bent over so I could reach- and i put my hand on his hand and it was all springy- I laughed and he laughed- and that was a great moment.
Some of us love differences and love to be challenged by them- I still do, and always will.