The white man in the book, Gulliver, roved from peril to peril, each new island a new predicament to solve before he could return home. That was the man's real trouble, not the savage and uncanny civilizations he encountered-he kept forgetting what he had. That was white people all over: Build a schoolhouse and let it rot, make a home then keep straying.
( Colson Whitehead )
[ The Underground Railroad ]
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