In the 1990s in a graduate class on urban education, I wrote a paper on the plight of urban black males. After my presentation to the class, I was asked by a black student when I expected bigotry against blacks would end. She expected a hopeful answer from her white male classmate affirming that things were change.
My answer shocked her. I said that such prejudice would end when my generation was dead. I was wrong. It now appears that it will take much longer.