I clenched my hands together, so tight that the whiteness I aimed to hide most days showed through. Well half. “Would that be the worst thing when the alternative is to borderline appropriate race and culture?” He took a moment to think. A moment too long in my opinion. “No.” To be honest, I was stunned. I had believed that my speaking to him would be enough for him to change what had happened. However, here this white man was, saying a word that I was all too familiar with. “No” is a word I was familiar with. No you can’t wear braids. No, you couldn’t have gotten into this school without affirmative …show more content…
He had never read more than the back cover, assuming it was about nothing more than vegetable farmers or something along the lines of the Grapes of Wrath. That made me feel a little better that I was already fighting a losing, ignorant battle all those years ago. I would look down at my coffee, watching the cream and dark coffee slowly mix together. It was slow work without using a spoon, however eventually the coffee became the same color. I would look up at Alex, his face weathered by lines of stress and laughter. He got old. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you to come back to MOHS? You would be the head of the English and Theatre department. You could even appoint the director of the school plays.” He waggles an