@Troy
my parents raised me to think this way. Before cross-cultural awareness was a thing - it was how I viewed the world. First from my immediate cultural perspective then how others' behavior informed their culture. So yes, that's it. I don't see race, per se and I never have. I see culture and subcultures in humans.
Here's my backstory:
My dad was stationed in Frankfurt, Germany and that's where my public education began. Since the school was affiliated with the U.S. Military - I didn't encounter "race" indoctrination. When we returned to the states, I was a cosmopolite. Yes, 5 going on 6 and I was already a citizen of the world. By then it was hard to talk me off my foundation. When I was confronted with race and the civil rights movement - my mom told me humans were all the same. I remember using the word nigger when I was in the doctor’s office looking at a magazine. It was Jamaica travel ad and I remember saying the little girl in the picture looked like a nigger. My mother said when retelling the story that a "pink" woman in the office smirked. My mother quickly corrected me right there. She said people were fair-skin some were brown-skin and everything in between. What's weird is looking back, the little girl looked just like me. I was under the influence of grown folks’ conversation. I used their” nigger" label and depiction of a girl who looked like me. I made a note to younger self that would be the first and last time I let the national conversation influence my concept of me, my culture or any culture. I kept that promise too.
My mom indoctrinated me to her concept of beauty and that's been hard to shake. If I'm not slim-trim, well-dressed and hair perfectly coiffed I'm not fit for polite company. But that too is part of my culture (or sub-culture.)
My mother never said whites, negros or coloreds, it was fair-skin, brown-skin. I would later learn that my father wanted to share the harsh realities of "racism" with me, but my mother said "no" because there were more important things I had to learn. She is an education advocate and I still have more books in my library than I can read in this lifetime.
But get this, my mother uses the most derogatory terms when it comes to cultures. She didn't when I was young, nor did she use those terms when my daughters were in their formative years.
Aside: She didn't tell me about her battle with colorism within the family until I was older. Her skin color was the darkest in the family. The women of my maternal line are light brown to fair-skin with light colored eyes and jet-black hair. My great great-grandmother's father was native American, her mother was from Ethiopia, East Africa. We think she was a free negro since we can't find any enslaved people in my maternal line. We are from the north - most of my maternal family live or are buried in West Virginia. I empathize with those who were enslaved in this country. I hold a harsh opinion of those who did the enslaving. I give a side-eye to those who sold off or let Africans be captured. None of it defines me.
Case-in-point, a boy called me "nigger" when I was bussed out of my middle-class to upper-middle class black West Indian and Jewish neighborhood to go to a school in an Italian American poor to working-class neighborhood. Yes, that was NYC bright idea of diversity back in the late 70s lol. By then I already knew who I was in relation to the world. So instead of internalizing it; I beat his Italian-azz. It was no different than him calling me out of my name. My euro-Jewish teacher tried to chastise but I was "eff you too".
You already know about our high-school - it was about as diverse as any public school could be - except we were the talented tenth of all cultures in NYC.
It wasn't until I got to St. John's University did I have to face the reality of” racism" and clash of the cultures. In college, you realize the clash is more about competition and folks will use anything at their disposable to graduate top dawg to get that head start in the rat race.
But it was social media that blew up my cultural reality. I learned that everyone doesn't have the same understanding of the game. I learned there was a difference between blacks - almost the same as what WEB Du Bois revealed in his Social Studies report in 1901 ... There was a difference between southern and northern blacks - there was a difference between free negros and newly freed enslaved blacks. True to that 1901 report my mother. a northerner married my father a southerner. His family were sharecropper but had to escape the south because someone had a hit out on his father. My grandmother with her 9 children made it to Brooklyn but her husband did not. My paternal grandmother had to start all over. It took them just one generation to become lower middle-class and the next generation (me and my first paternal cousins all got accepted to BTHS (wild, right?) one of my first cousins is a millionaire. I think what saved them was cultural assimilation. The sisters and brothers left their southern culture behind and quickly assimilated and all married northerners.
So that's a snippet of my back story and how it informed my cultural view of the world.