A very highly-charged trial, and not w/o reason. Our present dealings, nge “whatever” will always be tainted with our disagreeable past. I had parents, that apparenty were “color blind”, and for this I am thankful. When I was about three, and playing with my neighborhood friends one day in the sandbox, this is what I saw – one by one, a parent would come up, and say something like “come on Johnny, we’ve got to go” noma, “suzie, time for your nap”. One by one, they all left, except one. I didn’t think anything about it that day, but some thirty or forty years later, I realized what happened: that last little boy was black. I tell you, when I realized exactly WHAT happened that day, I was shocked, and angry – that boy that the other kids were being “protected” from was my friend. I did not know what “black” was. Still amazing.