I feel a bit like that, Holly. My mom used to tell me stories of being Black in London in the 60s. For example, having people try not to rent her a house because she was Black.
When I was there in the 90s, I had the same experience. When the agent saw that a Black woman had turned up, she said the house had just been sold.
Change happens far too slowly for my liking. And cosmetic changes create the illusion that everything is better, even if it really isn’t.