p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;""I really don't understand how things could get that bad!" Chekov said to Sulu in the cafeteria. "Wasn't there anyone in authority that could have put a stop to all the hatred?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;""Apparently not," Sulu said. "But you know, it could have been that the authority mandated the violence. Commanded it, even."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;""Really?" Chekov said in disbelief. "You really think so?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;""Oh, I'm positive of it," Sulu replied. He thought for a moment of his parents talking about their ancestors, who were kept in internment camps for merely looking like the enemy. It was hard to believe but the facts were facts. "Neither of us were around for it, but war existed on Earth for generations, over nothing but the difference of people's skin color."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;""Yes, I was taught that in school," Chekov said, "but reading about it and seeing the reality of it..." He shook his head. "It's something different altogether, isn't it?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"Sulu sighed. "Yes, it certainly is."/p