Reared in a mostly-white suburb, Fen’s black identity lay dormant ‘til he went away to Howard. One visit home, driving around town, I cornered too fast, fishtailing. “You crazy nigger!” he cried, then blinked. “Sorry,” he said. “Force of habit.”
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Reared in a mostly-white suburb, Fen’s black identity lay dormant ‘til he went away to Howard. One visit home, driving around town, I cornered too fast, fishtailing. “You crazy nigger!” he cried, then blinked. “Sorry,” he said. “Force of habit.”
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