“Babies enter the world with no opinion of the world, God, race, gender, hierarchies, etc. Then we get fed ideas and we are assimilated into the collective imagination. Don’t blame yourself, little girl. The odds were against you. They were all standing ready to teach you, like good adults should. You were completely dependent on them for your survival, and you trusted them. They were the all-knowing adults who could never be wrong. As they were taught by those before them. Handing the sins down from one generation to the other. The way of the world. Know your place. You’re a girl. One with chocolate skin. A delicious colour, but it does not make you beautiful.”