When I was a kid, my father was appointed as a justice to the state Court of Appeals. Two years later, he had to run for reelection. My father had earlier been elected a state legislator a few times, but this was the first time he would be running for state-wide office. To make matters more difficult, the former state Attorney General decided to run against my dad. Not only that but the former Attorney General had previously run for governor. Everybody in the state had heard of this guy’s name. No one (outside of our former county) had ever heard of my dad. This was going to be a difficult election for him to win. One of the strategies he decided on was to get out and meet people. This included visiting some African American churches in the Portland area. On one of those visits, I went with him. I was twelve years old. I was about as milk-white as a white boy can be, and my family was the epitome of middle-class milk-white. The places I had grown up had very few persons of colo...