My friend was not in Northam's class so he didn't know about the yearbook until we all found out. I also found it strange that no one in the class apparently complained. Maybe there is a backstory that we are unaware of.
Maybe, just maybe. Maybe.
Things were (very) different then, than now.
Just saying.
“I also found it strange that no one in the class apparently complained.”
In 1984, how do you complain about a book that arrives in the mail after you have graduated? To whom? By what means? Phone calls would be long forgotten by now and the clerk who took them long retired. A letter? Who in 1984 would take the time to write it? Where would it be stored now? How would you access it?
In 1984 there was no social media and the world was a good deal less excitable. If anyone, for example, had tried the #metoo thing they’d have been scoffed at. The social pressures that are moving continents today were nonexistent then. Somebody did something stupid, you shrugged and moved on with your life.
It was 1984. I would not want to be responsible for some retarded stuff my Med School classmates did (Class of ‘83). Fortunately my Med School wisely had no yearbook (at least AFAIK). That said, he’s a Rat and needs to hang by Rat standards.
In 1984 the whole country was segregated.
” I also found it strange that no one in the class apparently complained.”
In those days (pre Obama) people weren’t whining, bitching and moaning about being “offended” by everything under the sun. Then along came Obama and weaponized/stirred up racial strife for political purposes.