“They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then instead of saying directly, How does it feel like to be a problem?, they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town, or...”
“There they were, strangers in someone else’s home, and then they refused to talk to their hosts or have anything human, anything intimate, to do with them.”
″‘My Mum and Dad reckon it stinks, that’s what.’
‘What stinks?’ asked Brett, still keeping his voice low.
‘That blacks get things for nothing that everyone else has to work hard for.‘”