And here we are adjacent on our wall. Michael holding his sister and my brother with his arm around me.

No one told me to fall in love with a black man. Much less one that was a six foot former altar boy. Though if I look back, I came by it honestly. My father used to get in trouble when he would go to the movie theater in lower, slower Delaware as a boy because he wanted to sit in the balcony with his black friends. The owner of the theater would yell at him and threaten to call his mother if he didn’t get back downstairs where the white folks were supposed to…