My kids play with anyone without question. No matter what color hair or skin; regardless of their parents’ preference to vaccinate or choice of religion or method of education. They don’t care. What they care about is that the kids they play with are friendly and inclusive and compassionate. As I prepare my research for a forthcoming children’s nonfiction book about the Civil Rights Movement I am reminded that there was a time when it was commonplace to draw dividing lines based on skin color. When schools were segregated and children were limited to friends who looked the same. We made so much progress. Sadly, too often, I find…