I first learned that there were black people living in some place called other than the United States in the western hemisphere when I was a very little boy and my father told me that when he was a boy about my age he wanted to be an Episcopal priest because he so admired his priest a black man from someplace called Haiti.
I didn't know my dad for a long time. My dad was on drugs and my dad was at the VA Hospital my dad was off in his own world selling drugs or using them or there would be crack heads in the house or whatever it would be.