My son and I watched “Glory Road” last night, a movie that took place in 1966 about the first college basketball team with an all-black starting lineup in the NCAA. During one scene, a black man went into the restroom and had the crap beaten out of him by a few white guys. My son was stunned; then he was doubly stunned when I told him that this happened in real life. I told him about my high school, where there may have been more blacks than whites, and how there would be fights and riots, blacks against whites. Sometimes the police would be called out. He asked me if I had lots of black friends in school and I said that I did.
It was a good lesson for him and good for me to see his totally unprejudiced mind. It was a small glimpse for him to see how our society was and can still be.