Not me. I remember one Sunday when I was in the Teacher's Quorum, the instructor was going on a very racist screed about black people. I didn't want to speak up because there were a couple of older, mean-spirited bullies in the class, yet I did not want to hear that blatant racism, so I got up and walked out. Walking away from a poison message was a viable option for me, since I did not belong to an LDS family that would cast me out for doing so.
I came back the next Sunday, and fortunately, they had moved on to another topic, but I realized that until Spencer Kimball released the Church from the bonds of their racial policy, how far removed from the love of God the Church was.
Why was I without blinders? Just lucky, I guess, although I suspect my primary lessons on right and wrong fortified my character.
