Titus could remember one social studies teacher who had said without a hint of compunction that Black people were cursed to be slaves by the word of God. When he’d gotten home from school that day and told his mother, he watched as a tornado brewed behind her eyes. “We going up there to talk to that wench tomorrow. Listen to me, Titus, and don’t ever forget this. The Word is perfect, but the way men interpret it is corrupt. And your teacher is full of shit.”
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