You think you made it, but you haven’t. So you read more books from more lists made by White people about other White people who are all dead or who are snarky and reek of old America and establishments and distilled hubris because this is what they taught you in that school built by White hands with White teachers with those books with all those White people in them and you take that list after you leave the White school and head to your Black home with liquor stores owned by Latinos and bodegas run by Indians to eat food from the Chinese restaurant run by Koreans and walk by the homeless Black man and the angry Black man and the corner full of other angry Black men and you hug your West Indian mother who is a Black mother by default cause you and I know the census don’t mean shit and you try to make sense of all these colors that seem to look so amazing in the spectrum that is a rainbow but are dulled when put against White, pale (haha, pale) in comparison to White; colors whitewashed by Whiteness.
Joel Leon.
