Why does no one like me anymore?! I'm always being avoided!
On a very fateful day, there sat an agitated Desiree watching her child. Something had changed around her but she had not yet noticed.
It was at first too subtle to grasp. It had only been a disquieting suggestion; an air of mystery among the blacks; unexpected visits from far-off neighbors who could hardly account for their coming. Then a strange, an awful change in her husband's manner, which she dared not ask him to explain. (Chopin 2)
What could've changed?
THIS CHILD
NO!?!?!?!?
?
Armand
Armand!
ARMAND!
...
Armand. LOOK AT OUR CHILD. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS? What does it mean?
WHAT?!??!
The child is not white, therefore you are not white.