Jus' can't understand how it feels t' have a white daddy, that's all. Can't figure out how you could love a white daddy who owned your mama and you. Can't figure out how you can be so crazy 'bout them white brothers of yours neither, when once y'all grown, they'll be the boss and you'll be jus' another nigger.
"You've got to learn, Paul, and you've got to learn now, you don't ever hit a white man. Ever … You best be remembering, Paul, you're not white, much as you might look it." "Well, that's not my fault, is it? That's yours and my mama's."
I was awed by what I saw. All around me was emerald green, and above that, God's own bluest skies, blessed only with two or three perfect rolls of pillow-like clouds … For the first time since I'd left my daddy's land, my heart soared, higher than any mountain I'd ever imagined, up to God's own perfect clouds, and I felt a peace come over me.
Then she said to me, "You know, Mitchell done thought the world of you, Paul- Edward. He said he done figured you his family." "Figured him the same," I said. "Y'all was good friends." "No," I said. "Not just friends. Brothers."
