" THING ABOUT WHITE PEOPLE,” HIS FATHER WAS SAYING. They were driving along the Long Island Ex pressway, heading out to East Hampton. There was a house there his father wanted to look at for his next film. “They don’t know they’re white. They know what everybody else is, but they don’t know they’re white.” He shook his head and checked his rearview mirror. “It’s strange. "

― Jacqueline Woodson , If You Come Softly