"I missed the way the dark face closes,
the way dark eyes watch,
and the way, when a dark face opens,
a light seems to go everywhere.
I missed, in short, my connections,
missed the life which had produced me
and nourished me and paid for me.
Now, though I was a stranger,
I was home."
"I was to discover that the line which separates
a witness from an actor is a very thin line indeed;
nevertheless, the line is real."
- James Baldwin, I Am Not Your Negro