I mean, the West enslaved my ancestors, stripped us of our names, cultures, religions, and history; and left me in the ass-out position to have my body and blood colonized because my mother just haaaad to go and fuck herself a white man. If I didn't oppose the West in all things geopolitical, I'd be no better than the crackers that tainted me and mine.
Less a virus, and more something to utterly cut away from. There's precious few ways for me to explain it without pissing myself off; but the neatest breakdown I can come to is that when I started questioning where the anti-Blackness I grew up with came from, it always tracked back to whiteness and its influence on my family. By now, I thoroughly resent it, and see the concept of whiteness as something that needs constant paring out.