I had a golly when I was little. He was given to me by my West Indian uncle.
Never crossed anyones mind they were racist toys
We had real racism to worry about. Like being woken at first light and having the police smash down the front door and drag uncle or another or all of the male relatives out of the house because there had been a breakin and of course it had to be our family
Or on the very odd occasion we went out, not being allowed into a venue because of our accents or uncle’s skin colour