I began to really look around to try and figure out who was all actually there that day. There were no Black folks — at all. There were some, but they were so rare that I could spend 5 or 10 minutes people-watching, actively looking, and maybe find one Black person. In fact, it wasn’t until late in the day that I saw a whole family. Clearly, something had happened: We were all needed elsewhere for the culture, and I had missed the memo. This attendance disparity was also new to me. I could swear Black folks liked Disneyland as...