As a high school student council leader I was determined to eradicate all injustice; yesterday. For me, as an African-American student early in my senior year, 1951-52, in a predominantly white high school, the injustice I was most concerned about was racial prejudice. We had made progress in that I was the first head of the more than two-thirds white student council; we eliminated school dances when we could not integrate them; and we voted to eliminate segregated swim classes, but over the summer school officials turned the pool into a gymnasium. None-the-less, they were paying attention to us. I recall standing in the hallway talking to Mr. Charles Palmer, the faculty supervisor of the council, expressing my frustration about another perceived injustice in our school, and extrapolating to the issue of poverty and the denial of voting rights to Blacks in the South. In an empathetic but not condescending way, he said, ‘The wheels of democracy grind slowly, but they grind.’ That comment began an understanding and a struggle to understand human and systems functioning that continues to this day. The power of the impact was in part in the appearance, behavior, and demeanor of Mr. Palmer. He had one arm