That reminds me of a story, Rex and Ron.

I was 16-years-old when 9/11 happened. There was a Sikh boy at my high school. We shall call him Singh for the purpose of anonymity. He was devoted to his heritage and an upright and admirable boy. He wore his turban proudly and looked smashing doing so. One could sense his pride for his cultural heritage.

On the morning of 11 September, Singh did not come to school. He was not there the following day. Singh did not come to school for a whole week.

It was terribly sad that he stayed home. I went to a school where few of the students had any experience with foreigners. My high school was in a smaller city than Los Angeles. Diversity was the exception rather than the norm.