I asked him if he was still thinking about the air force, and he shook his head; he’d stay in Chicago, he said, find a job and get his own place. I asked him what had changed his mind. He said that the air force would never let a black man fly a plane. I looked at him crossly. “Who told you that mess?” Kyle shrugged. “Don’t need somebody to tell me that. Just is, that’s all.” “Man, that’s the wrong attitude. You can do whatever you want if you’re willing to work for it.” Kyle smirked and turned his head toward the window, his breath misting the glass. “Yeah, well … how many black pilots do you
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