How can you hate me when you don't even know me?" The man across the table wears a pointed white hood. The man asking is Black.

His name is Daryl Davis. A blues musician who has spent thirty years doing what no one thought possible. Befriending his enemies.

We all carry the urge to judge and correct. Davis could have done exactly that. He could’ve sat across from those men and condemned them. He could’ve told them everything wrong with their beliefs. But he didn’t. He chose to understand their perspective. To really listen.