Larissa

“Whiteness, she believed, was not only color, because some people had olive undertones, like the swarthy Greeks and Italians she’d seen working for Logan’s family in Birmingham. It wasn’t just class, because admittedly some of them were poorer than the colored folk on the side of the tracks. It was more affectation and flair. An attitude of ownership. That you were owed shit. The world. The day. The night. The people. The bodies. The labor. And, of course, the money. If you could have the audacity to believe yourself appointed above all, delude yourself into believing that you were victim, yet posed as the victor while still demanding more tokens and tributes to affirm and establish the position you created for yourself, were you not white? After all she’d done, was she not white?”
― Nikesha Elise Williams, The Seven Daughters of Dupree