My first memory about race is a semantic one. I was in 2nd grade, sitting on my neighbor's stoop across the street. She was in first grade. No idea how the conversation started but I told her, "Everybody is prejudiced." Because everyone IS prejudiced about something. I knew that because my mother taught me that prejudice means to prejudge, and we all make judgments about one thing or another without knowing all the facts. And then the first grader said, "Nuh uh, I LIKE Sarah." . . Sarah was a girl who lived down the street from us. She was black. My first grade friend and I were white. I had to do some damage control and say that's not what I meant, I like Sarah too. And that's about all I remember. Apparently the first grader's mother wasn't as much into vocabulary and nuance as my mother was.