“I’m not much thrilled with the culture we’ve created.” “Yeah, okay. But how about white people?” I didn’t know what he was driving at. “I like white people just fine,” I said. “I mean, after all, I am one.” “That’s what I mean,” he chuckled. “That’s good. That’s good. If you hate your own people you can’t be a very good person. You have to love your own people even if you hate what they do.” He gestured toward the mug on the table. “Here. Drink your coffee.”
