 I've met with people who called me, in effect, Uncle Tom, who've told students don't take my classes because, you know, I'm a sellout, you know, pathetic black mascot of the right. That's what one of my colleagues called me at one point along the way. And that stings. I mean, I've had family members, uncle, my mother's brother, whom I loved, you know, tell me at one point, son, we could only send one from the South Side up to Harvard and MIT. We sent you.