“Now after you finish thinking of that pretty picture, tell me how hard he cringes when he thinks about you with a Black man. Next, tell me how many soldiers had Black women and Black children at home but marched off to fight for the Confederacy. If sex ended racism, racism wouldn’t exist. In the dark, they can forget who you are. But if a sunrise don’t do anything else, it brings the truth every day. The men tell the sun this is their world, then they close their eyes and do it all over again like their great-grandfathers.”
