I’ve always loved writing and I’ve always been passionately aware of race, and I think I’ve a subliminal desire to make the world realize how similar it is to itself instead of how different it is. You know, the
everything in my life sort of points to that.
I’m very concerned about that, and it’s not just between black and white. It’s between Christian and Muslim and between Suni and Shea, you know within Islam. I mean, it’s all of us who scrape against each other and wind each other up and kill each other instead of saying, “Oh, you have a son? So do I. And do you love that son? I adore my son.”
“Gosh. We both have a grandmother. Is yours causing you problems? Mine has lost her memory. Yours, too? Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry.” You know it’s not — that’s not the kind of conversation we have. We just keep looking at the differences and it’s awful. It’s awful.
