I want to reflect on what I experienced as a child growing up during the civil rights movement in Newark NJ. The riots, the national guard walking us to school during them, the precautions my family had to take to ensure we knew what was going on in our communities and country. How we were given books that had come from the white schools with pages torn out. The violence that we watched both on our streets and on television. The attitudes of the white teachers, some behaved as if we weren't children and that we were the problem, it was our fault that our parents and grandparents wanted to be treated equally. How when we would go down south to North Carolina we weren't allowed in the restaurants or public bathrooms.