This being February, and Black history month, what a better fitting time than now to remember - commemorate – what many consider to be the beginning of the modern civil rights movement, approximately fifty years ago, with the Southern lunch counter sit-ins. Something taken for granted today, but back then, even in many so-called modern and progressive Northern cities, Blacks were not allowed to be served food inside of the restaurant portion of the department store or drug store. I am not sure what meaning this had for me, a smart ass 12-13 year old, with a major chip on my shoulder from being the son of the only Muncie In. Black police officer. Back then I thought that my father was something special, a super-man with super-powers. It was not until many years later before I learned that he was only a token, with little or no real police power, even within our own little Black community enclave. It was not until 1966 – 1975, when I was working in the Deep South, investigating, building cases against, and arresting racist, democrat, and KKK city, county, state, and FBI – the real criminals – murderers and abettors of murdering Black and white northern civil rights workers and advocates, even up until Arkansas in 1991 and 1992, before I truly understood the deep-seated hatred of bigotry caused by fear and ignorance. Hopefully, except for the race-demeaning minds of people like Rachel Maddow and ex-KKK Grand Wizard Democrat Robert Byrd, things have changed for the better.