Consider this quote:
"The transformation was total and shocking. I had expected to see myself disguised, but this was something else. I was imprisoned in the flesh of an utter stranger... I looked int the mirror and saw nothing of the white John Griffin's past. No the reflections led back to Africa, back to the shanty and the ghetto, back to the fruitless struggles against the mark of blackness...I felt the beginnings of a great loneliness."
What are "the fruitless struggles against the mark of blackness"? Do other groups of people struggle against some unchangeable aspect of themselves?
Do these struggles continue today?
