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She didn’t know how to wear different selves like I did. I heightened my voice in Nigeria, and I swallowed more speech here.
the clarity of hindsight is bewildering. If only we could see our failings while we are still failing.
“Everybody in this world is unknowable. We cannot fully know others when we are sometimes strangers to ourselves,”
What she needs is a Pular interpreter and an interviewer who understands that immigrants are desperate to raise children who think they have a right to dream, and what she needs is an America that understands this.
America is so provincial, like an enormous giant of a man from a bush village who blunders about with supreme certainty, not knowing he is bush because he is blinded by his strength.
What in the cultural genetics of Americans makes them think they can decide for the rest of the world how they should think?
You think the world is American; you don’t realize that only America is American. To be so provincial and not even know that you are.
victim need not be perfect to be deserving of justice.
