Let's stop being too polite to talk about it.
I remember my first trip to Boston. It was 1982 and I was stupidly 20. I was astonished that the white people walked on one side of the street and the blacks on the other. I knew there were tensions between the Irish and the Italians but I never expected Boston to be racially biased. I took a bus out to see Harvard because I figured someone interested in academics even at a young age should have a view of an ivy league school. On my way back to my hotel on the bus I was somewhat charmed by an action of a young woman on the bus. She yelled out: "stop here". I hailed from Toronto and we would never be so bold. But the bus stopped and she exited -- well distanced from any formal bus stop. To me that was a differentiating moment between what it meant to be American and what it meant to be Canadian. I was taken aback at first. How dare one be so bold (which I thought was rude).
I love being a polite Canadian and from a nation that has humility and peace keeping at its core. But as I enter my later years I think back to my Boston experience and the need to dare to be so bold as to say "stop here."