I can pass for white. In five minutes I can convince any Klansman that I am ideal for membership. Dressed immaculately, clipboard in hand I could like Ted Bundy walk into any secure area unchallenged. This fills me with contempt, but I’m not sure at whom exactly. I look like the people who have been trying to “erase” me for fifty years. It seems unjust; that one should look exactly like his enemy…I should be black, or reptilian.

Ask not where the white man comes from, that is idle really as is much of Earth history. Ask rather: where he is going? Extinct by 2100? The environmental reasons for his existence no longer exist…the white man will be just a trace of cream in the human coffee. And, I like my coffee like I like my women…black.

Good night white man…we will visit you in the Smithsonian.