At first Brazil did seem to be a racial paradise, where people of all colors mingled. People there were viewed not as members of two rigidly defined races, but through the prism of a spectrum of colors, ranging from "white" to "coffee with milk" to "after midnight." Yet as he submerged himself in Brazilian culture, Robinson began to see that this focus on color and class -- as opposed to race -- presents problems of its own. Discrimination and inequality still exist, but without a sense of racial identity the Brazilians lack the anger and vocabulary they need to conquer such ills. Ultimately Robinson comes to realize that racial identity, what makes him not just an American but a "black American, " is something that our whole country should experience and be proud of.