In college, I lockered next to a guy, a black guy, named Gregory Outlaw. We played the same position, halfback. We became friends, he was from the Southside of Chi-town and me from the Northside. We both had a scholarship to play football at Western Illinois University in the 70s. I was Polish, he was African American. We got along well, friends.
I am not going to lecture on racism because in my heart, soul and mind for me it does not exist. The reason: knowing another is knowing yourself and we are all the same, human beings with one mind, body and soul.
By the way, the following song I do a pretty good rendition of because I always liked Louie for his music, not his color.