perception of race is flawed,
Grandfather.” No. I was five. I sat in
the back.
There were so many perks to
being “white” in a black family, I
can’t even front. I was having a
great time. My own family basically
did what the American justice
system does: I was given more
lenient treatment than the black
kids. Misbehavior that my cousins
would have been punished for, I
was given a warning and let off. And
I was way naughtier than either of
my cousins. It wasn’t even close. If
something got broken or if
someone was stealing granny’s