“Me and my family,” mumbles Q, “we get shit all the time just for the crime of being ourselves. None of our DC relatives think we’re black enough. We got shit when we moved from black Baldwin Hills to white Playa Mesa for Dad’s job. At the last gathering, my uncle made fun of my bougie accent and said he’d have to take away my black card.” Q lifts his arms to make air quotes each time, but with just his middle fingers facing out. He calls them his fuck-off quotes.
Fuck-off quotes. I hereby declare that a thing!
