I’ve stood on the periphery of racism my entire life.

As a gold-reddish-haired, blue-eyed, freckled white girl, I spent my earliest years becoming friends with Calvin and James, two little Black boys who lived across the street, and Carol Taylor who lived down the street. Very few memories of early childhood don’t include Calvin, James, and Carol. Hot summer nights playing Red Rover and Mother May I, freeze tag, swing tag…