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… and all the time I feel this confusion. My lover yells at me one night, yells that my problem is that I don’t know what I am — and I almost fall for it. I almost take the bait for that white lie. But he breaks the snare of his own words when he says he doesn’t see people of color, he just sees people. Colorblind. Well, we all know what that really means. And he says that when he first met me, he thought I was white. He says that all his friends have thought I was white. And well — if they thought this and he thought this, then it must be true. Why should anything I believed of myself be valid in the face of such a solid white majority?