I grew up in the southern US and if you're white and assigned male at birth, at some point around the age of 13 or so, you're gonna get sat down by someone and have a serious talk. It might be you're uncle, your dad, some kids from school, whatever. It might only take 30 seconds too.
They'll sit you down and explain that you're part of something, part of some society above all the others. Maybe they'll frame it in terms of defending yourself. They'll let out a stream of slurs about how non-whites make a town poor or dirty. They'll poorly articulate how white society has to be defended. They'll articulate it so poorly they might not even use words like white or race. They'll put all the focus on the other, on supposedly lesser races and a list of imaginary dangers
And that's supposed to be one of the entrenching moments. I know that racist ideology is based on material circumstances and constant lifelong reinforcement, not a single speech from an older relative, but it was so common to growing up in the south. Everyone I knew got it at least once. I got it four times and each time it scared the shit out of me.
Death to America, it's an unsalvageable racist mess. Malcolm X was right.