Living on Cornell Avenue in the 1960s, my brothers and I were often sent to the butcher for a package. And we played in the creek that runs behind the Historically Black Neighborhood of Swarthmore. In short, those streets are in my bones. I am white. And back in the day, Jews and Blacks weren’t allowed to live “just anywhere” in Swarthmore. Inclusivity and diversity came later. So your questions about what Swarthmore should be are thought-provoking.