Beautifully written, often heartbreaking. The passing of the first born will always haunt me. Not that I ever wanted to forget W.E.B.\'s devotional description of his beloved, golden haired ringlet-ed infant son, but it stays with me and haunts me just the same. A beautiful infant life crushed and his parents dreams destroyed because he wasn\'t the \"right\" color and the doctor wouldn\'t care for him. The insidious color line and those who live behind the veil, the poignant way these lives are brought to us. It\'s never enough for me to say I\'d would\'ve made it different if I were there 100 years ago. I\'ll never understand the hate and apathy that treated human beings this way.