I was a teenager during the 60’s and feel such sadness at remembering what occurred in my youth as a white midwestern girl. I remember the race riots in Kansas City where I lived and my parents picking me up in downtown as opposed to taking the city bus home because they were afraid. My youth saw many losses. I do though feel hope that things can change although we still have a very long way to go. I do what I can to speak truth to power in my small world.