from James: A Novel by Percival Everett:
Huck started laughing. He pointed at me and laughed harder.
“You mean you was pullin’ on my leg?” I said. He was enjoying himself and that was all right with me. It always made life easier when white folks could laugh at a poor slave now and again.
“I had you goin’,” Huck said.
I acted like he’d hurt my feelings. White people love feeling guilty.
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