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Bradley has worked hard to be a dependable, loving man and capable automotive engineer. He much prefers debugging a new assembly line, which might help preserve a withering way of life in his Midwest industrial town than grapple with the meaning of his black identity. As if he had a choice. Though t

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

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in the view of certain family members, notably her father, Bradley could have been any other race. And it would have been okay, she thought, not ideal. But okay. In our father's view, blacks were different, though not exotic. They stood out too much yet. It wasn't a matter of language that set them apart. No, it was something else. Blacks seemingly had an indefinable quality of separateness. Perhaps it was their skin color and kinky hair. Maybe it was because they had no native place to call their own, like wandering Children, longing for their motherland, whatever it was. Dennis Larson really couldn't understand what his daughter saw in that black man. He and Bradley were certainly nothing to like, he thought, except they were both men with love for Abby Norwood life get any easier for her by marrying him. This world already had enough problems. He counseled Why Add this 1 to the mix? You can do badly by yourself, he concluded. Then it's more or less treated his black customers no differently than any others. And even disallowed the use of the N word in his home. But this same man regarded his daughter's pending interracial marriage as something akin to a rich girl for going her inheritance and marrying beneath her. It didn't matter to him that Abby's only inheritance was her white skin. That, and maybe the shoe store he owned. But that was beside the point. He focused instead on the future grandchildren. No doubt they would be black, even if they look quite, they would be black and forever marked with that indefinable quality of separateness. And if they came out with permanently brown skin, which was quite likely because of Bradley's complexion, there could be no faking it for the white grandparents pushing the stroller in the park. Could he loved such a grandchild? In the same way, love meaning, would he be able to see himself in his daughter's offspring and give them what his grandfather had given to him? Will they be his grandchildren or there's, he wondered?