No, that was in our original study. It was in Arkansas. A little boy, when I asked him, now show me the doll that's like you, he looked up and smiled and laughed, and pointed to the brown doll and—"That's a nigger. I'm a nigger," and that was as disturbing, if not more disturbing, to me than the children, some of the children in Massachusetts who would refuse to answer that question or would cry and [coughs], and run out of the room. The children in the South did not—[cough] disturbing. The children in the south did not reject the inferior that, which that, that question required. In fact, they sort of accepted this as part of the realities in life that they were living, as indicated by that little boy's statement, "I'm a nigger. It's a nigger," and smiled about it. The children in the north were more overtly emotionally rejecting of that thing.