When I read the Alice Walker essay/poem (what was that, anyway?), I had a difficult time trying to pull all the threads of her scattered thoughts together---and they did seem rather scattered. I hardly knew how to react to them, or even understand exactly what it was she was trying to say. A lot of what she said didn't really make much sense to me. Other than her recollections of the racism she experienced in her youth (memories I could entirely relate to, as I experienced similar things), I couldn't really grasp where she was going. I think I need to reread what she wrote (though, I'll admit to being somewhat disinterested in doing so). Her opinions have never held much sway in my mind....
