Dear Justyce (Dear Martin, #2)

by Nic Stone

“Those assholes can’t seem to care about being offensive, so why should I give a damn about being agreeable?”

But it also makes me wonder: How did YOU do it, Justyce? I still remember when we met in that rocket ship (MY rocket ship that YOU invaded, by the way). We’d both left our houses after the streetlights were on because of stuff going on with our mamas. We grew up in the same area. Went to the same elementary and middle school. Even had a class or two together.

What was he supposed to do? …good in school got him a cheating accusation and in-school suspension. …his very best wasn’t ever good enough.

So your son is a grown man by Jewish standards, yet still gets treated like a kid. Meanwhile ain’t no ceremonies for kids like us, but if we get in trouble we get treated like adults.”

Black Power is giving power to people who have not had power to determine their destiny.

And that’s what it comes down to. We find the families we were desperate for and learn different ways of going about things. Ways that sometimes land us in places/positions we don’t really wanna be in.

Which was the hardest thing of all about telling this story: knowing the most fictional part is the support Quan receives.