This, extract below, is the world I grew up in. America was not Great. It's a continuing amazement to me that, whatever we grow up in, at least if we are On Top, we think that's the way the world is supposed to be; it never occurred to us that it was wrong, that we were wrong, the depth of inhuman immorality. For some reason I realized it my first year at college 1953-54, although the University of Florida was an all-White institution my years there.  Told here several Times in the past fifteen years, my night on a bus, August 1954, from Panama City to Birmingham. Eighteen going on nineteen, I had a window seat in the middle of the bus, which was nearly empty when we left Panama City. The bus began to fill as we stopped at various places to pick up passengers. By the Time we left Marianna the bus was full, or nearly so, with Black passengers standing in the aisle. I motioned for a Black mother holding an infant to take the empty seat beside me, and she did. On the empty dark hi...