“Harlowe made it seem like those white girls had to give us something,” I replied, turning my head up a little. “Like, as if we couldn’t do our thing without them?” “See, you get it,” she said. “Space isn’t theirs to give to us. Nor is Harlowe separate from those girls. They are her. She is them. White allies need to keep that distance out of their community education.” “Damn but, like, at least she said something, right?” I asked. Maxine raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. Her rich full laugh wrapped me up. These sweet potatoes and mushrooms weren’t chorizo and a side of tostones, but they
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