I knew who I was in this world now. And here’s the terrible, horrible truth. I wasn’t all that different. Aside from having no Black or Latinx friends here, I was the same as I was in the previous worlds. I thought this version of me—this product of segregation—would be some terrible fun house distortion. But I wasn’t any more clueless or insensitive than before . . . because I was already clueless and insensitive.
