There might be some higher power, children, but it’s not their white God. However, the more you talk about God and Jesus and heaven and hell, the bet… - Percival Everett

The children said together, “And the better they feel, the safer we are.” “February, translate that.” “Da mo’ betta dey feels, da mo’ safer we be.” “Nice.

Why will I bury you? So that one day I might disturb your grave.

strange a world, how strange an existence, that one’s equal must argue for one’s equality, that one’s equal must hold a station that allows airing of that argument, that one cannot make that argument for oneself, that premises of said argument must be vetted by those equals who do not agree. My chills returned and I thought again

I did not look away. I wanted to feel the anger. I was befriending my anger, learning not only how to feel it, but perhaps how to use it.