I remember being infuriated from the top of my head to the tip of my toes the first time a screen was put around Bob Carter and me on a train leaving Washington in the 1940s.

My father kept his distance from working-class American blacks.

I was born and raised in the oldest settled part of the nation and in an environment in which racism was officially mooted.

King consciously steered away from legal claims and instead relied on civil disobedience.

There is no longer a single common impediment to blacks emerging in this society.

When I went to law school, nobody heard of civil rights.

The middle class, in the white population, encompasses a wide swath.