One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

Why was it that when noughts committed criminal acts, the fact that they were noughts was always pointed out? The banker was a Cross. The newsreader didn't even mention it.

That just the way it is. Some things will never change. That's just the way it is. But don't you believe them.

I suppose it doesn't occur to you that I can think the system just as unjust as you do.

Sometimes the things you're convinced you don't want turn out to be the thing you need the most in this world.

D'you ever wonder what it would be like if our positions were reversed?' I ask. At Jack's puzzled look I continue. 'If we whites were in charge instead of you Crosses?' 'Can't say it's ever crossed my mind,' Jack shrugs. 'I used to think about it a lot,' I sigh. 'Dreams of living in a world with no more discrimination, no more prejudice, a fair police force, an equal justice system, equality of education, equality of life, a level playing field.

Jude's fourth law: Caring equals vulnerability. Never show either.