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tied back in a ponytail, and her eyes were soft and dark, as if she’d been crying. My father asked me to sit down beside him on ...
Two weeks later he was gone. In that time, we stand together in front of the Christmas tree and pose for pictures, the only ones ...
teams shaking their heads in disbelief. Through Ray I would find out about the black parties that were happening at the universi ...
“Man, I don’t know why you making excuses for these folks.” Ray got up and crumpled his trash into a tight ball. “Let’s get out ...
they’ve seen enough not to have to waste a lot of time talking about it. Whenever they saw me they would give me a jovial slap o ...
high school I had learned to beg off from Gramps’s invitations, knowing that whatever it was I was after, whatever it was that I ...
coon; his tears of surprise-“Why’dya do that?”-when I gave him a bloody nose. The tennis pro who told me during a tournament tha ...
Well, that’s true, Ray would admit. Maybe we could afford to give the bad-assed nigger pose a rest. Save it for when we really n ...
of us piled into Gramps’s old Ford Granada and rattled our way out to Schofield Barracks, maybe thirty miles out of town. When w ...
Over the next few months, I looked to corroborate this nightmare vision. I gathered up books from the library- Baldwin, Ellison, ...
Ray grabbed the basketball out of my hand and headed for the opposite rim. “I don’t need no books to tell me how to be black,” h ...
grandparents. They had sacrificed again and again for me. They had poured all their lingering hopes into my success. Never had t ...
Frank opened his eyes. “What I’m trying to tell you is, your grandma’s right to be scared. She’s at least as right as Stanley is ...
we were standing in a meat freezer in the back of the deli where he worked, and it couldn’t have been more than twenty degrees i ...
before I could finish. I could get into any school in the country, she said, if I just put in a little effort. “Remember what th ...
better, who fought all those years for your right to go to college-they’re just so happy to see you in there that they won’t tel ...
had already paid the price of escape. You could spot them right away by the way they talked, the people they sat with in the caf ...
the walls began to shake, we were resisting bourgeois society’s stifling constraints. We weren’t indifferent or careless or inse ...
“Sister Regina,” Marcus said. “You know Barack, don’t you? I’m trying to tell Brother Barack here about this racist tract he’s r ...
I smiled. “Not as long as you say it right.” She tilted her head impatiently, her mouth set in mock offense, her eyes ready to s ...
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