I think my run of waking up wide awake at o'dark thirty is done.

And even weirder was being around so many white Christians.

This was me, going to college in Tallahassee. After the mélange that was Miami, it was quite the shock to see so much white blondeness. Thank God for band, you know? The only homogeny there was that we all loved music.

It can sometimes be hard to swallow, but I prefer to be called on my insensitivity.

Me too. Maybe I can't unsay or undo the stupid thing I said or did, but at least I can get it right next time.

And even weirder was being around so many white Christians.

That's the sort of place I grew up. My parents tried very hard to raise my sister and me as non-racists, but it was all very theoretical until I moved to Greensboro, NC, just before 11th grade. Now I feel odd every time I go back north to visit my sister.

I'd never been around so many white people in my life.

It is very, very white--especially in the small towns. But it's changing all the time. There are larger communities of hispanics, as well as Somalis and other groups. The change takes a loooooong time, though.

To this day, I am uncomfortable in any homogeneous setting.

Doesn't bother me until people start expecting some specific sort of behaviour out of me. I've been the only black girl in the whole school, and I've lived in the black majority country or area. They both can have their oppressions.

I appreciate every time someone who missteps wants to fix things so they don't make the same mistake again. That way rifts are healed, sometimes before they are even made. By the same token it can get really old when you're the racial education task force again.

And even weirder was being around so many white Christians.

My current neighborhood is very racially/ethnically diverse. The community center where I work out seems to break down to about 75% black, 25% white. There's also always a lot of kids, because the community center has a teen after-school program, kids' karate and ballet classes, and basketball in the gymnasium.

I didn't realize how accustomed I am to the proportions of races and ages at the gym, until last night. As I was leaving the gym, a bunch of people were arriving for a workshop of some sort, and it was all boomer-age white men and women in business suits, and I thought "What the hell are they doing here?"

My sister lives near Detroit, which has a huge African-American population. But she lives in the 'burbs, and boy howdy, are the 'burbs around Detroit segregated. I've never seen a non-white person in her neighborhood, at her church, or in the nearby grocery store. And she's not in a particularly wealthy area—just really, really white.

While NC is far from a perfect example of racial harmony, the neighborhoods I've seen and lived in haven't been quite that unmixed.

Growing up in the NJ suburbs, just twenty miles outside of NY, ethnic diversity was just as common as racial diversity. When we moved to Wyoming for that year, it was very strange -- everyone was not only white, but Christian and with extremely watered-down European roots. I really missed the Italian bakeries and cooking, and Irish bars, and families of Orthodox Jews walking to services.

It's Wednesday, right? This week feels really long.

boy howdy, are the 'burbs around Detroit segregated

Most segregated area in the US according to a study done a few years ago. You just hop from pocket to pocket of ethnicity, with barely a hint that each exists beyond any given border. Can make for some severe whiplash. And I get the impression that folk don't travel that much, from some of the stares I got.