NASHVILLE ââ?¬â? Just before 6 p.m. on a recent evening, students began to fill a lecture hall at Vanderbilt University. Some pressed cellphones to their ears, others sipped cups of coffee. Flip-flops scuffed the carpet as the students shed book bags and opened laptops.
A typical class, perhaps ââ?¬â? until the teacher with the shock of white hair rose from the table at the front of the hall, greeted the students and asked a question: ââ?¬Å?How many of you have experienced a hate crime against yourself? Letââ?¬â?¢s see the hands.ââ?¬Â