Race and Disability as Construct: Lisa McKenzie’s “What Lasts”
By Lisa McKenzie
I was sitting with my husband outside an ice cream shop on the east side of Cincinnati, watching our son caper around a park with his buddies from Shakespeare Camp, when my husband observed, “I don’t feel white here.”
My husband is white. Half white. He is also half Chinese.
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