When my grandmother was a child, “separate but equal” was the law of the land. It meant everything was segregated — from railway cars to restaurants to buses to schools. I, on the other hand, benefited from wonderful, integrated schools with great teachers who helped me recognize and reach my potential.
This dramatic shift within just two generations would lead some to believe that our country’s racial divisions are behind us. This couldn’t be farther from the truth. Opportunities still aren’t allocated equally, and not everyone’s family story is like mine.
