Leroy
realized that his guardian mother was deeply superstitious; despite the length of time she had left the Caribbean
she carried with her more African folklore within her without realizing it.
Leroy was too frightened to take the direct root and ask her to explain any of
her superstition to him because they were so deeply ingrained within her and
she seemed unaware that she had them, she even seemed unaware that she was
black. In an indirect way she provided Leroy the most tangible connection to
his own spiritual ancestral cravings, despite her desire for Leroy to become
white and marry a white girl and have white children and eradicate all forms of
blackness from the earth. She told Leroy once when she saw him reading a thick
book.
“I know I am ugly, and you won’t what to know me when you become a famous man.”
Leroy had noticed at school that he was not the only one to undergo such physical and emotional abuse. There was a similar boy in his class, a very neat and well-dressed boy whose parents obviously doted as Leroy’s had doted on him. His nose was constantly red. His parents or whoever had indoctrinated him so much that he had physically tried to straighten his own nose. Well I suppose that it caused less pain if he did it himself reasoned Leroy, than someone else trying to straighten your nose for you. In fact what really happened to the boy was that his nose actually began to swell up and turn red and grow bigger with attention afforded to it. What with all the attention it got, there is a lesson to be learned somewhere there. While his nose was swollen it provided a temporary substitute Roman bridge where there was previously no bridge. Oh what it is to become a European or a Roman it is quite impractical for some of us black people, but yet we constantly try thought Leroy. That boy underwent distress at home also to grow up to become a nice white boy and marry a nice blond girl and he did, years later Leroy met him with three beautiful mixed race daughters. And he confirmed this by hastily telling Leroy that his wife’s name was Rachel Higging-Bottom. Leroy smiled and confessed that he had somehow not got what it takes to become so fortunate to marry a nice white girl. They exchanged telephone numbers and hastily departed their separate ways.
“I know I am ugly, and you won’t what to know me when you become a famous man.”
Leroy had noticed at school that he was not the only one to undergo such physical and emotional abuse. There was a similar boy in his class, a very neat and well-dressed boy whose parents obviously doted as Leroy’s had doted on him. His nose was constantly red. His parents or whoever had indoctrinated him so much that he had physically tried to straighten his own nose. Well I suppose that it caused less pain if he did it himself reasoned Leroy, than someone else trying to straighten your nose for you. In fact what really happened to the boy was that his nose actually began to swell up and turn red and grow bigger with attention afforded to it. What with all the attention it got, there is a lesson to be learned somewhere there. While his nose was swollen it provided a temporary substitute Roman bridge where there was previously no bridge. Oh what it is to become a European or a Roman it is quite impractical for some of us black people, but yet we constantly try thought Leroy. That boy underwent distress at home also to grow up to become a nice white boy and marry a nice blond girl and he did, years later Leroy met him with three beautiful mixed race daughters. And he confirmed this by hastily telling Leroy that his wife’s name was Rachel Higging-Bottom. Leroy smiled and confessed that he had somehow not got what it takes to become so fortunate to marry a nice white girl. They exchanged telephone numbers and hastily departed their separate ways.
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