I kinda have to agree with bell hooks. When I get home, I’m not any of the preconceptions the outside world may have about me. I’m me. That’s not to say that I don’t see the color of my skin or my height or sexuality or anything else. I’m ME . . . free of judgment or assessment . . . I’m Clay. I don’t see myself as a black man on the couch watching Game of Thrones. “I” am watching Game of Thrones. When I’m baking whoopie pies, I don’t think of myself as a short guy who has to use a step stool to comfortably mix the ingredients on the kitchen counter. I’m Clay.
Maybe what bell is saying is that she’s not hamstrung by the “concept” of race in her home.
Idunno. Maybe it’s all just crazy talk.
Great job, Sam!