Playing Larsen's Fiction

Proving My Point

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John, let’s be rational for a second here. You said it yourself, Margery is white. Her father is white, she thinks her mother is white, her friends think she is white, her classmates and teachers think she is white, the entire world believes that your daughter is a member of the white community and that alone. However, she isn’t. Your daughter is biracial. Ever since she was born, ever since you first laid eyes on your daughter, she has been black. I know it must be a rough for you, an aggressive racist, oppressive, abusive man. Imagine how it will be when Margery inevitably figures it out?

One day, Margery will realize that she tans significantly darker than the rest of her friends during the summer time. She will notice bodily features of hers will be different, her eyes, her lips. She’ll make the connection, John. She’ll remember that her mother had the same, beautifully flawless features. Then what? Will you cast her to the shadows with the rest of your shame and guilt? Having been married to a, *gasp*, black woman? What will happen to your reputation when people find out you disowned your own daughter, John?

You were married to Clare, a woman you did not at all deserve, for years. You haven’t the slightest clue that she was black until it was too late to formulate a reaction. She is dead. We are all deeply upset by it, but are you? Are you really going to allow race, a construct made to make people like you “better” than me, burn years of marriage and partnership? You and I are even in the same profession, your daughter fits in with the white community, as did Clare. They both worked in both communities. So, now do you believe that race is a meaningless facet of oppression? You spent time in Brazil, correct? That really taught you nothing? Such ignorance, such bliss, I pity you, Dr. John Bellew.

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