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298 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 15, 2021
That’s just a story you tell yourself, Cope. Not every story you tell yourself is true.
… the intellect is imbricated by the ideologies that surround and overlay it and that, in a sense, have brought it into being. If you’ve learned to speak by mimicking your parents and babysitters, the fundamental means by which you articulate the world around you is already predetermined by their ideologies. You don’t know what a boy or a girl is, you know what they are called. That’s why when someone transitions from one gender to another, they enter a second space that people don’t quite understand because there are so few names for it (not for them, you see, but for their social role; we are our social roles). For that matter, you do not know yourself, you don’t know who you are except in the context of how you are known by the social world around you. You know your role, or, put another way, you know only how you are hailed.
The same po-lice who had welcomed white terrorists into the White House and the Capitol Building on live TV would shoot black people dead for talkin’ outta turn to them, or staying silent when told to speak, or standing still in a suburb, or moving too much while being beat down. Wadn’t none of these protests finna change none of that.
That's right. Miguel had been hustling shoes. And not just any old shoes. You know who and what I'm talkin' about. Everybody and they momma seems to love this Negro. Hell, you probably love him your damn self. Michael Jeffrey Jordan's old unpolitical ass. If it was a championship in cigar smoking and not giving a shit, that dude woulda won all the chips.