I saw "The Green Book" the other day. I never knew about the book. I had a lot to think about after I saw the movie. I knew about throwing the glass away because a black person drank from it. I knew about separate drinking fountains. I knew
about who sat in the back of the street car. I knew that I went to an all white school. I also know , even now, where I was , what was going on, when I knew that something wasn't right. I was in our kitchen. I was talking to the young woman ironing our
clothes. She was a college graduate but couldn't get a job teaching. She was black. That made such an impression on me, that I still remember it. It was before we moved to Hurst Street, so I must have been before I was in fifth grade. The movie wasn't
a revelation to me, but it brought back memories of living in the south in that period . I know that somethings have changed, but a whole lot hasn't . I feel a little powerless.