When I was a kid learning about the civil rights struggle nobody bothered to mention that Ms. Bridges was around my parents’ age. And the thing these people don’t get is that as a white kid in Ohio I didn’t feel bad learning her story, I felt angry. Because I didn’t see myself as the racists, I saw myself in the little kid who had to be escorted to school by the national guard. I saw myself in the people protecting her, and the ones forcibly desegregating her school. And maybe if kids do see themselves in the racists, they should feel bad.