It was very Black. I mean, Coretta Scott King was at one of these openings, you know, not talking to people, and you sang the Black national anthem and we looked at the artworks submitted by mostly amateurish artists, but there was a kind of a feeling of, you know, the kind of racial pride that felt to me a little passé maybe. Like, for me, I think it was that I was just so ambivalent about learning how to be devout about Blackness. I just had like this churning sense of anxiety and ambivalence and disappointment and a kind of individualism.”
