Raised in the suburbs close to Minneapolis, I saw the middle and lower class. The upper, not so much. Although in Richfield our rivals were Edina and Minnetonka, so maybe a little. I grew up in a very mono-chromatic residential neighborhood beginning in 1965. I write about my life then, my political influences, my adoption and prospects of being biracial in Ten Years and Change: A Liberal Boyhood in Minnesota. I write of the impact on me and my family, how it may have indicted their level of progressiveness. Each had come to Minnesota at the start of the heightening of opposition to the war in Vietnam, in the heat of the Civil Rights Movement. My parents each had their own story, what incensed them to be inordinately vocal in their concerns for human rights. I was infused with those views, the milieu they provided, lived, in the house where I grew up. My book can't help itself from being a memoir. It is a history lesson told from the perspective of a gen Xer who sits on the sidelines watching the DFL (Democratic Farmer-Labor) Party splinter in opposing a war. He sees family and their friends, names he comes to know indelibly, support the presidential candidate Minnesota Senator Eugene McCarthy. What begins as an unprecedented movement to “dump Johnson,” ends in the ignominious defeat of McCarthy, and the very undemocratic victory of Hubert Humphrey, at the 1968 Democratic National Convention.