I grew up in a middle-class suburb of Richmond, Virginia, during the 1960’s and ‘70s, during one of the most turbulent periods in American history. I was too young to perceive the radical changes going on right outside my family’s door, as the civil rights movement came to the South, but I recall my Vermont Yankee mom organized a Saturday morning racially “mixed” doubles match at the segregated Byrd Park tennis courts. Traffic backed up as gawkers took in the scene, though the significance of the event would not dawn on me until years later.