Wow, your parents were light years more enlightened than mine - also parents of a Boomer. One day, in Middle School, a boy named Tyrone walked me home from the bus stop. He was black. My parents flipped - next thing I knew I was taking tests for la de dah private schools. I deliberately flunked the first but felt guilty when I saw how embarrassed my parents were. So I wound up at an all white, all girl, pricy private school - the scholarship student.

Nevertheless Robert Kennedy was my hero, despite my father's harrumphs. My mother is still racist as hell, closeted because she knows it's not 'acceptable' but absolutely. Sigh.