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Jag har idag läst ut romanen The Vanishing Half av Brit Bennett
Smakbit sid. 64
” They weren´t used to having a dark child amongst them and were surprised by how much it upset them. Each time that girl passed by, no hat or nothing, they were as galled as when Thomas Richard returned from the war, half a leg lighter, and walked around town with one pant leg pinned back so that everyone could see his loss. If nothing could be done about ugliness, you ought to at least look like you were trying to hide it.”
“They called her Tar Baby. Midnight. Darky. Mudpie. Said, Smile, we can´t see you. Said, You so dark you blend into the chalkboard. Said, Bet you could show up naked to a funeral. Bet lightning bugs follow you in the daytime. Bet when you swim it look like oil. They made up lots of jokes, and once, well into her forties, she would recite a litany of them at a dinner party in San Franscisco. Bet cockroaches call you cousin. Bet you can´t find your own shadow. She was amazed by how well she remembered.”