I still remember the wonderful line in the movie, 'Guess who is coming to
dinner.' Sidney Poitier who wants to marry Spencer Tracy's daughter phones
and wants to alert him before coming to dinner:  'I am colored' he says.
'Oh, what color are you?' asks Spencer Tracy.

I have been reading this exchange with some disappointment in myself,
and in our times.  I wanted to write 'what does your color have to do
with loving classical music?' And I was saddened by realizing that I, and
I am sure everyone else, readily knew the reasons for the 'I am black and
I love...' statement.  The day we can genuinely ask that question, and not
just rhetorically, will be the day when we will have taken one more step on
the long journey towards becoming civilized.  By the way,

   I am--sort of--white and I love jazz

There, I said it, but alas I do not feel anything.  So, I better put on a
jazz record

Peter Harzem