Iain Haley Pollock

bears a Victorian, at best, conception of race as its subtext. In that case, trying for a quick exit from the conversation, I’ll say that as the issue of a White father and a Black mother, I am a mulatto. (Although having seen the genetic data from my mother’s mitochondrial mothers, I am something closer to a quadroon, but I would have to explain this term to you, extending our chat longer than either of us would like, so I’ll leave my answer at the degrading and zoological original—part man, part pack animal.) To move hypothetically forward in racial time, if you were asking your question