The woman that taught Marie-Therese—she could see. Old woman looked damn near White. Tante Vangie. She could see the dead. Marie-Therese ain’t never had that talent. Me neither. She dug her red fists into the dirt. I dream about it. Dream I can see Given again, walking through the door in his boots. But then I wake up. And I don’t. She started to cry then.
"Damn Near White" equated with privilege? Seeing as privilege? When you are beyond the reach of something, anyone closer to the object of your desire is suspect, cause for jealousy. Is someone who can pass for WHITE closer to anything other than difference?
