da saga: "não sou racista [mas...] porque insisto em não tirar as palas dos olhos" III
"Dad! They called you Frenchie?" Oh sure, Denny said, with a chuckle. "It's not funny," his son had said, adding, "Mrs. Kitteridge, way back in seventh grade, she told us this country was supposed to be a melting pot, but it never melted, and she was right," and he had gotten up and walked away, leaving Denny with his yearbook open on the kitchen table.
Mrs. Kitteridge was wrong. Times changed.
But Denny [...] now saw his son's point: To be called "Frenchie" was no longer acceptable. What Denny's son had not understood was that Denny had never had his feelings hurt by being called "Frenchie." As Denny kept walking, digging his hands deeper into his pockets, he began to wonder if this was true. He realized: What was true was that he, Denny, had accepted it.
Elizabeth Strout – Olive, Again (2019)
Penguin Random House UK (2019)