Sixth grade, day one, schools freshly integrated. A black kid I had played with and worked with (baling hay), walked into the classroom, and said "NO!" and started walking out. When asked what was wrong, he said (pointing at me) "It's that boy, right there. I play with him, I work with him, but I am not going to school with him!".
Good thing their were two 6th grade classes, and per demand, he went into the other. We still played together, worked together, but didn't go to school together.
So, here we are, after 55 years, coming full circle, but essentially to a place we never really left.