“You wouldn’t understand. You’re just a white woman working in a system designed to bring me down.” Jackie smiled. “So this is your shtick, isn’t it?” “What?” “This, right here. Painting yourself as the victim. Don’t you see how harmful that is? To people who have actually been through the things you write so flippantly about?” “You don’t speak for my people, Jackie,” I said. “Well, apparently, you don’t either, Javier.”