I was also the product of a strictly segregated society. The racial mores of my Baltimore were virtually indistinguishable from Reid's Mobile. My family considered itself to be "liberal." But its social world included no black people. Our neighborhood was all white. My junior high school was named for Robert E. Lee. My high school, Baltimore Friends, observed Fifth Day Meeting, but its student body and faculty were lily white. The black men I knew were handymen, gardeners and street vendors (or, as they were known in Baltimore, "A-rabs") who hawked their fruits and vegetables in the alley behind our house from horse drawn carts.