The Nickel Boys

But be ye assured that we will wear you down by our capacity to suffer, and one day we will win our freedom.

Turner knew his mother loved him. She just loved liquor more.

Like justice, it existed in theory.

If you had the power to make people do what you wanted and never exercised it, what was the point of having it?

Turner frowned. Any time a white man asked you about yourself, they were about to fuck you over.

But it was one thing to allow someone to kill for you and another to let him live next door.