The suicide of her sister, Cheryl, whom was a cultural activist and was proud of her heritage as opposed to April. “I told her I understood everything. As I stared at Henry Lee, I remembered that during the night I had used the words “MY PEOPLE, OUR PEOPLE” and meant them. The denial had been lifted from my spirit. It was tragic that it had taken Cheryl’s death to bring me to accept my identity. But no, Cheryl had once said, “All life dies to give new life.” Cheryl had died. But for Henry Lee and me, there would be a tomorrow. And it would be better. I would strive for it. For my sister and her son. For my parents. For my people” (p.207). It took a tragic event to allow April’s search for identity to be a success, and to pave the way for a bright future for young Henry Liberty. A future that April believed herself responsible and obliged to