COLSON WHITEHEAD, ‘THE NICKELBOYS’
It was only a matter of time before all the invisible walls came down.
There are people who trick you and deliver emptiness with a smile, while others rob your self-respect. You need to remember who you are.
It didn’t make sense until it made the one sense.
Recognizing the resiliency of this younger generation of colored youth, they both suffered in the quiet.
My struggle is your struggle, your burden is my burden. But how to tell people?
How you could walk around and get used to seeing only a fraction of the world. Not knowing you only saw a silver of the real thing.
Like justice, it existed in theory.
It was impossible, like loving the one who wanted to destroy you, but that was the message of the movement: to trust in the ultimate decency that lived in every human heart.