My wife and I went out for dinner last night, at a nice chain restaurant, in Burlington, IA. Our waitress was as black as Michael Jordan, and spoke with such polish. I was expecting at least some 'accent'(searching for the right word), but was greeted and spoken to with English professor precision. I almost didn't want to speak. You see, I'm stuck with my country boy dialect, and felt reluctant to reveal my 'hick' speech pattern.
I really enjoy moments like that, when stereotypes get clobbered.
Maybe we should have "American History Month." You know, a month where kids in public schools actually have to learn American history. What a concept.