And he stayed seated when Moyers asked a final tone-deaf question that in other circumstances would have made him explode. “Don’t you grow weary of thinking Black, writing Black, being asked questions about Blacks?” Moyers asked. Wilson barely flinched as he got in the last word. “How could one grow weary of that?” he replied. “Whites don’t get tired of thinking white or being who they are. I’m just who I am. You never transcend who you are. Black is not limiting. There’s no idea in the world that is not contained by Black life. I could write forever about the Black experience in America.”
