“Let me ask you a question,” she said. Damon looked at her. “Have you ever been called a nigger?” “No, as a matter of fact. You?” “Not personally,” she said. “What’s that mean, ‘not personally’?” Gertrude attended to the road, seeming to make a point of not looking at her friend. “Every time anybody gets called a nigger, I get called a nigger.” “What is that? A bumper sticker slogan?” “Yeah, you like it? I’ve got more. How about this one: Once you go Black, you die. Or, Dead is the new Black.” “I wish you would just tell me what’s going
