I grew up in New York City in the 40s and 50s in a totally white neighborhood. I had a vague knowledge of discrimination since my parents were progressives and we read the newspaper PM . My classmates and I went out to raise money to help Sydenham Hospital which was having great economic trouble. It was the only hospital in NY that had an integrated medical staff. But it wasn’t until I went to college in Ohio that I really experienced segregation. For Thanksgiving I took a Greyhound bus down to Florida. As we went from Ohio into Kentucky the driver pulled over and announced that the Black passengers were to move to the back of the bus. It was a riveting experience for a naive NYer. A few years later I traveled to Mississippi with the Micheal Schwerner Fund to do welfare rights work. That trip was a further revelation as to how awful segregation was.