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Years ago I used to take the public train to and from work here in Boston. The company was located at the very edge of Boston ' proper ' and the sections of Boston named Allston / Brighton. On a regular basis I needed to take the train back into the center of town for various tasks. Mostly these trips were to make a bank deposit for the company at a specific time. On many occasions I'd board the train while it was filled with High School students headed home.
I'd always see the Black students at one end of the train and the Asian students at the other. It really was the strangest of sights.
The Black students were not carrying books or backpacks. Many were making out. Some were listening to music. They were yelling and screaming and on one occasion I saw a huge fight break out among the young men.
At the front of the train the Asian students all had huge pack packs filled with books, they were reading, studying and a handful were quietly talking among themselves.
I saw this over and over again.
They all went to the same high school.
It just struck me as terribly sad.

It just struck me as terribly sad.

Some years ago PBS funded a four year documentary of kids in Berkeley. (Home of diversity and multiculturism). Now this is far away from the neglected little toddler, but they show highlighted that the kids seemed to interact by race even though the barriers were supposedly gone. The blacks thought the school was failing them and their only chance was in sports. The hispanics held the school student body council, but the project had to be dropped because none of the hispanic kids stayed in school for the senior year.