"My mother was an EEOC representative and disability activist. She
believed all people should be treated equally, and she lived her
politics. And somewhere along the line, she gave me a black name, which
has helped to guide my life. I have been forced, even against my will,
to identify with a despised people.
"I know, I gave you a black name! I still thought I made it up," she told me, some time before her final illness.
"But it's been GOOD FOR YOU!" she announced. And then she smiled, satisfied."
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