I was a child of the sixties and 70s. We were relatively poor. I received a $10 bill on my birthday, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Nothing else until the first day of school or Christmas morning unless I earned it. 7 channels on tv, no video games, no ac. But I never believed that my chances of success in life were any less than anyone else. I had hope and loved America (I still do). There was no media feeding me my worldview, it was built on experience. When a new kid came to school we didn’t notice color or race. He was just a kid and we liked or disliked him based on his behavior. I would love the world to be turned back to those times, I would accept having no ac and sweating myself to sleep, one pair of pants and none of the media poison. If it meant the country that I grew up in could return I would give up all of this false comfort in a heart beat.