make me feel better. I had a choice.
I could champion racial justice in
our home, or I could enjoy granny’s
cookies. I went with the cookies.
—At that point I didn’t think of the
special treatment as having to do
with color. I thought of it as having
to do with Trevor. It wasn’t, “Trevor
doesn’t get beaten because Trevor is
white.” It was, “Trevor doesn’t get
beaten because Trevor is Trevor.”
Trevor can’t go outside. Trevor can’t
walk without supervision. It’s
because I’m me; that’s why this is
happening. I had no other points of