In the United States my parents whiteness is fleeting, quickly undone whenever a relative or family friend arriving from Haiti lays eyes on their New York apartment and discovers that they have not walked into one of the mansions featured on TV shows Dallas or Dynasty, but rather a modest abode ingeniously reconfigured to fit a family of four. These encounters have helped make my parents' whiteness more muted, which has been very helpful in my attempts at accenting my own life with shades of blackness.Read More