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Dr. Loury,

I've read most of the comments. I wish there had been a virtual anti-emetic available before reading.

I came of age in the 1960s in the Washington, DC, suburbs. I marched in protest, was pushed back with sticks, water and dogs. I attended sit-ins and suffered spitting and other indignities. Attended a rare integrated church. In college I studied music; the only measure was how well you performed. After college I entered the Army, the least racist institution in the nation. Afterwards I entered management consulting and found joy in helping people improve their lives, jobs and futures by establishing their own companies. About half of my clients were overseas, where skin color didn't matter.

I have few visual skills. I am an auditory thinker, represent information with sound. One day I visited my friend and dentist; he had a bowl set up with a sign for donations to the Society of Black Engineers. I looked at him quizzically, and he began to laugh. "You never knew I was black!.

No, I didn't. It was never relevant.

My wife of 51 years grew up in a racist household. After we wed, we moved to West Berlin, where our best friends were two black couples and one white couple. My wife was cured.

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