So... my first real "WTF is wrong with people in this country" experience was the MOVE bombing, which did not happen a week after the Tulsa Race Massacre (which was also never mentioned in history class), but shortly before I graduated fifth grade, while the Cosby Show was on television, while Eddie Murphy was one of the richest actors in Hollywood because of Beverly Hills Cop, after Jesse Jackson ran for president. It got one page in Newsweek, was completely not mentioned in any papers I read (and I was reading three at the time) and did not enter the public lexicon in the slightest. You could tell your friends "hey, did you know that cops in Philadelphia literally dropped bombs on a bunch of black kids, like from a helicopter last week?" and they'd go "this is like that time you said you saw Alice Cooper on the Muppet Show, asshole."

So yeah. Well past the point where America had solved racism forever, Philly cops are dropping explosives on black people and not only did we all just... move on, but unless you were a serious news junkie you didn't even know it happened.

Aaaaaanyway it turns out that the Anthropology department at UPenn has been hanging onto the skeletons of little kids to use in lectures because EAT THE RICH.