A place where “the color line doesn’t exist?” Are you kidding me?!? Brazilians may be bragging that they’re accepting of mixed marriages, but that is only because they are trying to end Negritude: dark back, eight-rock, gator-face, inky dink, jar head, jig, monkey chaser, and high yaller. Brazil may not front as directly racist, but they sure don’t like color. Their government pays white Europeans to move there. Brazilians equate whiteness with beauty, wealth, and intelligence.

Clare was sorry she didn’t stay with me like ‘Rene did. “I’m so lonely in the hollow life I went and got.” indeed. Rene understands that I need my glorious Negro ladies as much as they need me. Brazil doesn’t love them like I do. Irene is forging her identity in the home I make for her. Mrs. Larsen is right to say that moving to Brazil is more cultural estrangement.

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