A banner hanging above the couch proclaims it a house divided.
"But only when it comes to football," Natasha Bruce said.
When it came to race, the old wood house in Vancouver, Wash. was a safe space. She was the lightest in every family photograph, a white mom married to a black dad. Together, they raised four kids, each with their own mix of ethnicities and football allegiances.
"You can't hate a race because you're all of them," Natasha Bruce told the kids. "Unless it's red and gold or blue and green, we don't see color."
But other people do.
In August, their youngest died after a hit-and-run that prosecutors now consider a hate crime. Larnell Bruce Jr. was 19 years old, black and Latino. Police say a couple with ties to white supremacist gangs argued with Bruce outside a Gresham convenience store -- and then chased him with their jeep as he walked away, running him down.
Activists nationwide pointed to his death as further proof of an American race crisis. They compared him to Emmett Till and Trayvon Martin, to the more than 160 black men killed nationwide by police this year. Larnell Bruce briefly trended on Twitter. And then another young black man was killed, and the country's attention shifted to the next in what activists see as a seemingly endless series of racially motivated killings.
The house divided by football was left to reckon with its racial differences.
"I don't blame the whole white race," Larnell Bruce Sr. assured his wife, but the 51-year-old admitted feeling more aware of his skin color than ever before.
The youngest daughter, half white and part Latino and black, was angry at Donald Trump and his supporters, at institutional racism and people who believed it didn't exist. She fought online with Facebook friends, most of whom, her mother couldn't help notice, were white.
Natasha Bruce, the only one in the family not considered a person of color, had been closest to the rambunctious kid they all called Man Man. He was the child she worried about, a trouble-prone teenager who'd spent time in juvenile detention.
After his death, the 38-year-old worked day and night to stop her brain from spinning over what she could have done differently. Still, one thought haunted her.
The Bruces spent 20 years teaching their kids the color of their skin didn't matter. But at the end, for Man Man, race seemed like the only thing that had.