 Pathetic black mascot of the right. That's what one of my colleagues called me at one point along the way. And that stings. I mean, I've had family members, uncle, my mother's brother, whom I loved, you know, tell me at one point, son, we could only send one from the south side up to Harvard and MIT. We sent you. And we don't see us in anything you do. You know, he wanted me to be a radical. He wanted me to be one of these balled up fists.