“And we’re not going anywhere,” Daddy says. “Maverick, she’s seen two of her friends get killed,” Momma says. “Two! And she’s only sixteen.” “And one was at the hands of a person who was supposed to protect her! What, you think if you live next door to them, they’ll treat you different?” “Why does it always have to be about race with you?” Uncle Carlos asks. “Other races aren’t killing us nearly as much as we’re killing ourselves.” “Ne-gro, please. If I kill Tyrone, I’m going to prison. If a cop kills me, he’s getting put on leave. Maybe.”
