Max Lorette’s Reviews > There There > Status Update

As for your mom's side, as for your whiteness, there's too much and not enough there to know what to do with. You're from a people who took and took and took and took. And from a people taken. You were both and neither. When you took baths, you'd stare at your brown arms against your white legs in the water and wonder what they were doing together on the same body, in the same bathtub.

People want to say things like "sore losers" and "move on already," "quit playing the blame game." But is it a game? Only those who has lost as much as we have see the particularly nasty slice of smile on someone who thinks they're winning when they say "Get over it." This is the thing: If you have the option to not think about or even consider history... look no further than your last name.

We are the memories we don't remember, which live in us, which we feel, which makes us sinf and dance and pray the way we do. Feeling the memories that flare and boom unexpectedly in our lives like blood through a blanket from a wound made by a bullet fired by a man shooting us in the back for our hair, for our heads, for a bounty, or just to get rid of us.