In a lot of ways things were better, where I grew up we rode our bikes anywhere in town and spent hours away from home exploring the woods, playing baseball and just being happy kids without our parents being panicked about what we were doing. Murder rates were higher in a lot of places, there was a more prominent mob influence in a lot of areas, when you had a bully in school it didn't mean they said bad things about you on facebook- they waited for you after school and tried to beat you up, nearly everyone knew how to fight. My Dad was a college professor and track coach, so I had a little different perspective on things. He recruited athletes from all over, coached 4 national champions, it didn't matter to him what color a kid was, if he was motivated and wanted to earn his way through college with athletics, my Dad got them scholarships. My bedroom was next to my folks, so my nightly routine was listening to them discuss their day and plans for the next and it always ended with a kiss. More than once my Dad would return from a track meet and was furious with the other coach. They traveled in Checker buses and would pull into a restaurant to have their meals and so often the restaurants refused to serve the black athletes (sometimes they wouldn't serve the hispanics either). My Dad would want to leave and find another place where the team could eat together, but the other coach didn't care and would take the white guys in for steak dinners and leave the other guys in the parking lot. Sometimes my Dad could get food out the back door, other times he would have to find a grocery store to throw together sandwiches. It made my Dad furious every time, but he couldn't change the racism. Long story for another time, but he was chairman of a social censure committee which was made of students and teachers to deal with punishment for cheating on tests and petty stuff. A black kid pulled a knife on a white kid and the college administration was afraid of riots, so instead of treating it like a criminal matter it was they kicked it off on the committee. It became a huge deal and after the hearing they found the black kid guilty and recommended expulsion. When they left the hearing there were Black Panthers threatening to fire bomb our house, kill my Mom, kill my sister, and other threats. My Dad was so shook up when he told my Mom and he strategically placed every gun he had around the house (he had been in the ROTC during his college years- Korean War era). It wa