DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress.
“You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.”
“I rebel at the notion that I can't be part of other groups, that I can't construct identities through elective affinity, that race must be the most important thing about me. Is that what I want on my gravestone: Here lies an African American?”