My grandsons taught me a valuable lesson a few years ago. After picking them up from school one day I asked them if the boys they had been talking with were teammates of theirs on their ball team. The boys looked familiar to me, but I didn't know their names. So, in attempting to learn the names of these friends I would probably see later at the game, I asked them to tell me their names. One friend happened to be Asian, another was Hispanic, a third was black and the other was white. But, then, instead of saying, "The Asian guy's name is Sam, the black guy's name is Michael, the Hispanic guy's name is Tony, and the white guy's name is Fred," they said: "The guy in the red shirt is Sam, the guy opening the door is Michael, the guy talking to the teacher is Tony, and the guy letting down the flag is Fred." I had seen color and race. My grandsons were color blind and had only seen friends.