“Gracey’s my sister. I like her. She’s not like the rest of the girls in town. She don’t chase after all the boys and play that game like. She could catch them all right, don’t you worry. Gracey’s the fastest girl across the ground you’ve ever seen.”
“She could have done it herself- maybe it didn’t need to be done at all- but Gracey knew I wanted to handle the shoes, to see how light they were, to test how sharp the spikes were. Gracey’s good to me.”
“Gracey, these are nomination forms for the State Championships in Brisbane. I think you should enter the one hundred metres, just to have a go. There’s no competition for you round here. It’s time we found out how good you really are compared to other girls.”
“Yeah, but you’re from this small town, eh. The Department’s crazy about helping kids from places like this get a fair go. They’ll help you with things they wouldn’t do for black kids living in the city.”
″“I remember how happy Gracey was that afternoon, but it didn’t last long. When they got off that bus, every one of those kids was celebrating, white kids, black kids, it didn’t matter, but the next morning all the fun was washed out of the white kids.”