Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I grew up in the 1950s - 1960s in North Carolina. My family was white and lower middle class in a segregated society. The Civil War was taught in school as the brave and glorious rebels fighting for their culture and heritage. The Vietnam War and the military draft got me out into the larger world in 1966. In a desegregated military in a war zone you consider your fellow warriors as brothers fighting for each other. You see the human and not just a racial category. Over time the psychological damage of Jim Crow as I knew it become evident to me. The sickness of it came to me most powerfully when I considered how slave owners kept their own sons and daughters enslaved when those children were produced with slave women. There is no greater depravity or evil. Surely there are epigenetic traces from that trauma still spreading in our collective DNA.