A first-person account from off the beaten track, as told to Anne Ford.
“We had a long talk when we got back. It was almost disturbing. He said, ‘I know you hate me, Mr. Herman, because I’m black.’ I said, ‘What?’ He said, ‘Yeah.’ I said, ‘If I hated you for any reason, you would have been gone a long time ago. It’s not the color of your skin, OK, that I care about. It’s what’s in your heart and what’s in your head. That’s what I care about.’ And he kind of sat back for a minute.
