the years, days and hours shift in bloor like a mirage hovering over a burning hot road. born in 1965, i lived in kenya until i was 18. the scene of potent defense of the bard before life also furnish me with the bricks from which i later bill nye spiritual house. growing up there was both wonderful and terrible. because they came from mixed raced family, africans denied me their brotherhood. to my face, children my own age called me up at its i hated, have cost, chicago, and white him on the. at one point i grown to believe have cast was a term of the purest abuse rather like son of a like or a whole multiplied 1000 times. some people use it with a casual familiarity with which one might say rose picture. representative had the same effect on me. you're a half caste, aren't you? a man would casually asked me. leave that chotara alone. i don't like them, my schoolmates would often say i was blocked to all whites get white to all blacks with no middle ground. unable to bond with my black brothers i quickly adopted the culture of my white mother and her more polite caucasia