Harry rarely traveled far. On the plane, he was slightly excited, looking around. Gradually, Harry noticed something was off.
He tapped Dean, who had been silent the entire trip and was feigning sleep with sunglasses on. "Buddy, why does it seem like I'm the only Black person on this flight?"
Dean turned his head, pulled down his sunglasses, and pretended to look around in surprise. "It does seem that way, doesn't it? Why is that?"
He had known all along what Texas was like.
Texas was a hotbed of white supremacy and concentrated racism, rife with severe discrimination. Mexicans of mixed heritage—Black and White, White and Indigenous, or White and Asian—were common enough not to attract much attention. But Black people... it was a different story for them.
