OK. I uploaded the forward to Documents of American Prejudice An Anthology of Writings on Race from Thomas Jefferson to David Duke which was written by Derrick Bell:

Foreword: Healing Branches on a Tainted Tree

It begins:

I AM NOT SURE MY HARD-WORKING PARENTS or family members
knew about any of the racist tracts republished in Documents of Amer-
ican Prejudice, but then they didn’t need to read about what they expe-
rienced every day. There were few, if any, Jim Crow signs when I grew
up in Pittsburgh during the 1930s and 1940s, but every black person
knew where they could not go to eat, or dance, or swim. They knew the
neighborhoods where they had to reside, and they filled the low-paying,
dead-end, “n***** work” jobs reserved for persons like themselves.
Racial subordination with varying dollops of overt bias marked their lives
in indelible ways that they could survive but never overcome.

Even back then, though, my mother was able to bring a measure of
encouragement to despairing dinner discussions of racist practices with
the reminder: “If there were no good white people, all we black folks
would be dead.” On the national scene, she could refer to Eleanor
Roosevelt. Closer to home there was the friendly Jewish grocer who ex-
tended credit as needed, the wealthy white family who helped and en-
couraged my uncle in his desire to study medicine, and some few whites
with whom our dealings were marked by courtesy and at least the outer
trappings of respect…