Just heard about this remarkable story (and the book that relates it) on NPR yesterday morning. As the title suggests, the story is about passing–but what it doesn’t prepare one for is that the man at its heart, Clarence King, was a white man passing as black, even marrying and having five children by a black women without telling her until his death that he was actually white.
More on this as soon as I get my hands on the book.
UPDATE: I’ll have a longer post on this book here later; in the meantime, here is a brief-ish review at my other blog.
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