Once you begin to explain or excuse all events on racial grounds, you begin to indulge in the perilous mythology of race.
“I've got a sister who races motorcycles and another sister who's a Holy Roller preacher.”
“I've got my feet firmly on the ground, I can't see life changing too much. I reckon more girls will talk to me at college and more people will look at me, but they know me for who I am.”