Who cares if there were nice white people in America
in the 19th century or if their stories are reflected in a book about slavery? The only way someone would react that way is if they feel some sort of kinship with those white people. And why do people feel that way? While we're all impacted by historical legacy, I actually don't care, aside from mild curiosity, what my actual ancestors were up to in 1850, let alone some group we've shoved into a racial category called "white" from a particular time who I may or may not be descended from. Whether they were good and wonderful really has no bearing on me. I'm not really connected to them.
