what happened in west collingswood stayed in west collingswood. nana's weekend abundance didn't feel unconditional by any means, our contract was that i would occupy myself while she got things done. and then she'd spoil me. but the time alone actually felt more like sabbath, as if god visited me occasionally in those sun patches and let me curl up to his presence. so that's how it felt. [applaus [applause] >> and one of the things that i think is it seems like miss jackson was determined to instill in you was a sense of pride in your blackness, in the black community, and as well, your obligation in terms of what it meant to walk before, to stand in front of. there's a steen in which your pop-pop, your grandfather, miss jackson's second husband was your step-grandfather or grandfather, and would like to push you in front when you went out to-- as my mother would call them, excursions and you were reticent and one time you didn't, but he stood in front because there were white children in the mix. and can you talk a little about what it meant to b