Or maybe it's because when I was a teenager back in the '50s, my uncle Henry -- having denounced the Ku Klux Klan and been bombed for his trouble and had crosses burned in his yard, living under death threat -- took his wife and children to Massachusetts for safety and went back to South Carolina to face down the Klan alone.
Vai varbūt tas ir tādēļ,  ka būdams pusaudzis 50. gados, mans tēvocis Henrijs,  kurš asi noliedza Kukluksklanu un pēc tam, kad par to viņu apšaudīja, un viņa pagalmā dedzināja krustus dzīvojot nāves briesmās, aizveda  savu sievu un bērnus drošībā uz Masačūsetu un pats atgriezās Dienvidkarolīnā,  lai stātos pretī Kukluksklanam.