These were helpful to watch and listen to all at once. I knew that I don't have to think about my race because I'm white as I've been dying into DEI issues professionally and personally in the last two years or so. Now I remember a story my mom used to tell me when I was growing up. My grandmother is Hungarian. She got very tan in the summers in LA. My Mom's Dad is mostly Scottish, so was pale. My grandma came to pick my mom up from school and other white kids asked if her mom was black. My mom got a kick out of it and said that her mom was black and maid. This was the '50's. My mom was sort of proud to mess with the other white kids and associated the messing with them as not just saying her mom was black but adding that she was a maid. As I grew up, there was always an ethnic, cultural part of my upbringing because my Grandma and her brother lived nearby and spoke Hungarian, my great grandmother barely spoke English at all, they cooked traditional dishes and my Great Uncle played gypsy violin. They were from the part of Hungary that is now in Romania and there were a lot of jokes about how our ancestors were gypsies. Like a weird mix of pride and a white joke at the same time. I've never before this moment put all of these experiences together in a racist framework.