When I was a kid in 5th grade in Houston, I went to spend the night at my best friend’s house. His mom took us and his sister to a skating rink that she had gone to as a kid. The neighborhood had changed. Turns out we were the only three white kids in the whole place. We were pushed around, knocked down, and I had my fingers run over by other black kids. That might have been the longest two hours of my life. I just wanted to skate.