the second stop was the black student union table. i walked up and introduced myself and i said let's start a black jewish dialogue. my african-american colleague burst out laughing. he kept laughing until he saw the horrified look on my face and realizing that i did not quite get with the picture. i guess to sort of calm the moment he said, i'm from harlem. when he said that i understood literally that harlem with an african market neighborhood in manhattan but i also understood that that was a much deeper statement to me. his upbringing in my upbringing and certainly his look at african market history in my look at it would be fundamentally different. as i wrote to open the book, that was the moment that started this project. this is my answer to that conversation with him. >> so where did that