 I was not an activist. I worked at an all-black swimming pool in the east side of Wilmington, Delaware. I was involved. I was involved in what they were thinking, what they were feeling. I was involved, but I was not out marching. I was not down in Selma. I was not anywhere else. There you go. There was that. I dated a black woman once. I guess that makes me an activist. I guess I was so down with the civil rights movement in the early 90s.