I picked a black baby to represent my unborn child on a cake because of my own adherence to the one-drop rule
My 87-year-old grandmother has a very specific way of saying the word black: she drags out the a and makes the k extra hard for an effect that drowns the c. Blaaaak out of my grandmothers mouth is an admonishment, not a color. Blaaaak out of my grandmothers mouth travels a step beyond being a pejorative to having the hair-raising resonance of a word that damns as well as describes damnation itself.
Blaaaak out of my grandmothers mouth is a curse.
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