I once asked a friend of mine, born in the Barbados but grew up in Quebec at a time there were very few black families, if he found that Quebecois were racist. He answered that it was not as bad as other places but racism is everywhere.
And then told be this small story:
“There was a Woolco in Granby and I remember being with my mother in there, and this girl comes over, and starts rubbing my hand like this. And then turns around towards her mother and says: You see mom? They’re not dirty, it doesn’t come off!”