Chapter Twelve Page 15
Bianca: Miranda, listen to yourself!
You’re talking about Patrick like he’s a thing you can own. When he’s a . . . a thinking being! Would you treat Poe like that? You can’t have made him black without thinking about this. Some white Masters might do it unconsciously, but —
Miranda: But I’m black, so I have to think the way you want me to? Well, gosh, sorry to let you down. But I’m just as much white as I am black, and, shockingly, capable of thinking this through for myself!
You can’t think of Beings as equal to humans. No matter what they look like. They’re more like computers with intuition. Or very smart pets! If the most caring thing my father had ever done for me was give me a normal dog, and that dog got lost, would you try to keep it?
What if I’d had the dog since I was nine? What if it was the only thing that looked out for me after my mother died?
You’re the one acting like you own him! I’m the one who has a right to him!