Jack moved backward toward the exit. I was forced to follow him. “Look around you, man. There’s not a single brother in this room,” he said with his lips hardly moving. As he spoke I was surprised to find he was right. Aside from the entertainment—which varied in all ethnicities and combinations of skin and hair color—the room consisted of mostly white, middle- to upper-class males. I frowned. I hadn’t noticed. But there were often things I didn’t notice that Jack did, that he later pointed out to me. Another unspoken bias in American culture.
