I am standing on the platform of the A train in Manhattan. My mother is with me. It’s winter. I am 8 years old, and I’m wearing the navy...

Gina is 18 years old, 5 foot 3 with cornrows. Seated on the couch next to her father, she’s trying to choose the right time to reveal...

How could I account for my father’s worldview, that of a generation of black man born and grown into manhood in America’s Apartheid South...