The place where lost socks go...

I remember that - it was a schoolteacher's idea for trying to help her all-white class understand racism, the day after Martin Luther King was killed. (I was in my junior year at Hofstra at the time.) Like all the other hippies, I'd been overcome by a scalding sense of injustice that started with the first "sit-in" a few years earlier. As you point out, why haven't we learned anything since then? Dammit, we're all just PEOPLE!