WAAAAY back in the 60's, we had one of the first mainstreamed, handicapped, students in our (almost lilly-white) school. His name was Mark, his Dad was a teacher and Mark had been blind from age 2, when he got a rare cancer of the eyes. It was either remove his eyes or he would die. Mark didn't remember what the different "races" were like, having lost his sight so young. And once while were were out on the blacktop, shooting the breeze, the topic of segregation came up. Mark said something that blew me away! After explaining how he didn't remember skin tones, he said "People are just voices to me- there is no race for me!" I've tried to live my life as "blind" to race as Mark was.