Years ago, when my son was in high school, I recruited him, (dragged him) door-knocking with me on a political campaign. It was for a young candidate who was to become our new US representative. (Lauren Underwood, the youngest black member of Congress). He rolled his eyes, as all teens do, but I brought him to the campaign headquarters, got our instructions and off we went. We were assigned to the exurbs. If you’re not familiar, the houses are not on top of one another, though still in neighborhoods. Just on the edge of farmland. And they are whiter than white. I had previously dragged my son to a meet…