The free speech of it all
On friendship and race conversations
This story is the second part to the previous letter, “I would’ve taken care of you.”
Dom turned on his tablet as I was sitting down to eat the pasta dish I had cooked us for dinner. Once I saw Nick Gervais’ face on the screen I popped back up like a Jack-in-a-box.
“I’m not doing that!” I squeaked, grabbing my bowl of pasta, ready to fly to the adjacent l…