I opened an email and began to compose an invitation to Quentin to meet, but I was immediately struck by the same question that had been plaguing me from the start: What sort of (presumably black) experience was I to offer this boy? How does one even start such a thing? “Glad tidings! I, a black, am to offer you guidance and wisdom for your journey, like the eccentric good witch Miss One in the movie The Wiz. You know The Wiz? It’s the all-black version of The Wizard of Oz, but don’t refer to it like that. It diminishes it. ‘Home’? Ever heard of it? At every grade school talent show ever,
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