So I will end this by asking some questions of the white, American readers toward whom, for better or worse, I have been orienting my writing for so long: What options are we left with when we are writing our way out of this intersection of atrocity and absurdity? When so often even the most direct approach is misunderstood? When years of education and effort are met with an honest to goodness request to touch our hair? How do we communicate anything when the lens through which you see us, through which we see ourselves, is so irreparably cracked? {read}