Go down to the Republican headquarters. They ain't got a single black working there. Not one.
“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.”
“Maybe I'll learn how, but the only thing I can do is turn down parts that would hurt my conscience.”