imagined a body could stretch, enslaved as they were in Rappahannock County, Virginia, for the purpose of producing Orinoco tobacco. Nor do I reject love for my father’s Englishness (although were you and I interested in talking for longer, we could scope the purity of this Englishness: historical records and family lore suggest 19th-century Pollock forebears were forced from the Scottish Highlands during the Clearances while the reddish tint of my father’s beard suggests a Viking in the woodpile—the colonizer and colonized again rehearsing their psychodrama within the double-