Darryl went to the nearest Mormon meetinghouse and inquired about gay conversion therapy. The brethren there were happy to give him several pamphlets, but one pulled him aside and said, "You know, the Nation of Islam temple up the road runs basically the same programs, but for blacks. Maybe you would feel more comfortable there."

Darryl was offended, "I can't go to Mormon conversion therapy because I'm black?!"

"Oh of course you can, but come on, have you ever seen a single black Mormon? We have a lot of Samoans who kind of look black from a distance, but not a lot of real African blacks."

Darryl considered his point and thanked them for the pamphlets and was welcomed, then headed up the road to the NOI temple. The brethren who greeted him there were less friendly than the Mormons. They held up a brown paper bag to his skin and shook their heads.

"No, son, Nation of Islam is for blacks who are lighter than a paper sack. Even though we hate them white devils, we still require our members to have a visible amount of white ancestry. You're too dark."

Darryl sighed in exasperation and headed back outside. Racism and colorism within the black community was still an obstacle even in the year 2025. It looked like conversion therapy through a religious org was going to be a bust. A stout wind blew and Darryl zipped up his jacket. Suddenly a piece of paper carried by the wind hit him in the face. Darryl peeled it off and discovered it was a flyer for interior decorating courses.