Beneath them Rufus walked, one of the fallen – for the weight of this city was murderous
abysmal the mystery of what they think, what they feel, what they want, what they suppose themselves to be saying
They’re coloured and I’m white but the same things have happened, really the same things, and how can I make them know that?’
‘But they didn’t,’ she said, ‘happen to you because you were white. They just happened. But what happens up here’ – and the cab came out of the park; she stretched her hands, inviting him to look – ‘happens because they are coloured. And that makes a difference