A chilly winters morning 9 year old me sits in a busy classroom behind frost bitten glass in my very British Church of England classroom. I was listening to an audio-tape of The Lord of The Flies, just the first page- playing over and over again. “Where are you from?” Said the young boy we knew as Smarty pants Jonathan as he approaches with freshly… Read more Continue reading ‘Mulatto’ and the authentic-self
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