As a boy, I recall getting a vaccination when we lived in the West Indies. I don’t recall why it was necessary, but everyone on the island lined up to receive the injection. We went to a doctor’s office. The waiting area was full but we were seen by the doctor in short order. He was European. He sensed my apprehension and spoke kindly. He said the injection wouldn’t be painful. Because we were white, a small, fine needle would be used for our injections. I learned then something of how the world operates, and I knew it wasn’t right.