James

by Percival Everett

How strange a world, how strange an existence, that one’s equal must argue for one’s equality, that one’s equal must hold a station that allows airing of that argument, that one cannot make that argument for oneself, that premises of said argument must be vetted by those equals who do not agree.

“Folks be funny lak dat. Dey takes the lies dey want and throws away the truths dat scares ’em.”