I had no idea. And by the way, why would anyone hate black people? I thought about James and his parents. Mrs McAllister, a Jamaican woman, I believe. She could cook! Always something tasty on the stove at James’s house. Warm and welcoming. A real person. I liked her a lot. His father, friendly, mostly serious, and occasionally laughing in a sincere, profound, manner, that was contagious. A good house. A home.