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they can teach you, and to try to listen when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.
Sometimes you just need to be around someone who loved you
You gotta work twice as hard to get half as far as them, baby girl.
It was supposed to be the happily-ever-after part; what we didn’t understand is that adulthood would be a relentless series of beginnings—new cities, new jobs, new relationships, new babies, new worries.
“But can we trust her, you know, her being white and all?” To which Gigi responds with the utmost sincerity: “Oh, baby, you know Jenny is different. She isn’t like the rest of them.”
friendship, so obvious to us, has always confused other people. They see a tall, elegant Black woman and a short, scrawny blonde and think, These two?
Like that time in high school when she accused Mrs. Wilson of having a stick up her ass. I had a primal flash of rage then, like How dare you insult my family,
If it weren’t for Riley, I wouldn’t watch the news, period. None of the officers’ wives do. It’s impossible to listen to the crime reports when you have a man on the streets.
you could never be sure what was about race and what wasn’t, so you always had to second-guess yourself (Was that because I’m Black?).
Even the same tired insults hurt—hate doesn’t have to be inspired to cut you.
“This isn’t even about race.” Are you kidding me? It’s always about race, Jen.
It kills me how some people want so badly to believe racism is buried beneath layers and layers of history, “ancient history,” they say. But it’s not.
activism is easier when it’s cloudless and fifty-five degrees.
“What a world.” He shakes his head and ambles down the path; his words echo even as he recedes. What a world.
because I had an expectation of what my life should look like, who I should be with had clouded my vision of who I wanted to be with.