“There are two candy jars, right?” he said. “One marked for Negroes, and one for white folk. The Negro—under threat of death—can only take from one jar. The white man, though, he can take from one or the other. He can take from both. Never mind that the jars have the exact same candy; the white man still gets to choose. That is all I want, Nelly. The freedom to choose. I don’t want to look like them, or act like them, or be them. But I want their options.”
