Beautiful letter from W.E.B. DuBois to his daughter Yolande

“I learned how to love my son without wanting to possess him and I learned how to teach him to teach himself.” Maya Angelou, Letter to my Daughter

Like Fowler at the end of The Quiet American, she is looking for someone to whom she can confess her guilt, own her complicity. But when she admits her deed to her father, Juan Pablo, she gets adulation in return. Klay’s prose is stirring and precise:

While he spoke, she stared silently out at the same city and mountains he did, but saw a different