I went to an Ivy for undergrad (neither Yale or Harvard), and it wasn't until that experience when I was exposed to any of this shit. It was eye opening and disgusting. Being the typical single-parent black kid in these scenarios, you still get everyone's "apologies" and self-hate, even if you don't fit their drug-dealing, daddy's-locked-up-and-mom's-on-drugs-and-i-didn't-learn-to-read-until-i-was-17 narrative. My freshman year, I took an intro to Womens and Gender Studies class and left that semester or quarter or w/e it was at the time really put off. The only one with any sense or hint of perspective was the professor, who actually knew her shit and wasn't afraid of the truth, even if it hurt feelings.
I'll say one thing, though. At the end of my undergrad I knew one thing:
I didn't wanna live in a hateful, racist world, but I also don't wanna live in a world where whites are castrated freaks who shake and cry every time they pay a bill on time. People just need to calm the fuck down and be people. Stop acting like nogs and troons and just be. Nobody wants to deal with anyone's shit from either side.