“Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” James Baldwin
“History’s thorax considerably cracked. The Hottentot clickcalled undeveloped.” Cathy Park Hong
TheMulattoboys drew a line in the gravel in the schoolyard, “this is a Mulattoes only zone.” I watched them. Unsure, hesitant. They looked over at me. “To the Mulatto Island!!!” they screamed. “Is Désirée allowed in the Mulatto zone?” a Nigerian boy asked. Thealpha-Mulattoslooked between me and the Indian girl skipping her rope beside me. “No way, look at her.” They ran off together disappearing into the wooded hills circling our school. Shrieks of “Mu-la-to!” puncturing the four walls of my head, I went to the library to be with those who loved me back: Nancy Drew and Holden Caulfield, my body and vocabulary swelling to twice the size of my classmates.