• ...since I was a little boy, she had always wanted me to go. She was always sending me off on a bus someplace, to elementary school, to camp, to relatives in Kentucky, to college. She pushed me away from her just as she'd pushed my elder siblings away when we lived in New York, literally shoving them out the front door when they left for college.

    James McBride (2012). “The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother”, p.146, A&C Black