For example I once saw a very elegant black woman who was also very young, and she smiled at two white children passing her, and seemed to be really a nice person (anyone who smiles genuinely at children is blessed in the eyes of G-d): and I just had to look at her. And I once saw one in the university library, in the basement near the Africana studies books, I saw a young black woman who was just like a white woman, all smiles and niceness, with a soft-featured face and glasses, but with black skin. Now when you have a hard time fitting in with majority culture, like I do, it is a relief and a sweet savour to catch sight of friendly outsiders. I can identify with some of these people. I cannot identify with aggressive black males who have their own cultural values and do evil in my sight. I imagine even the black women don't want them. But I must get down on my knees and confess that I, humble and inconsequential I, would be honoured if a friendly, beautiful black woman wanted to get to know me.