Think back early Seventies. A high school friend recommended me for a job at a grocery store. Got the job and did well. Later, he and I recommended another friend to our manager. The other friend was as good a person as either of us or better. My senior class elected him President of our Student Council, not because he was some kind of suck-up. He was not that at all. Just a good person. When I asked him later if he got the job, his black face  looked at me with feeling that I had never seen. There was incredible pain and disbelief that I did not understand how things were for him in our town. I should have known that stores did not hire Black people.
				
			
				
						