You can't be talked out of that — and Panikker's point is that no one should try: our opportunity and obligation is to speak and to listen, so that heart will
speak to heart across and by means of our differences.
And when my father, the Nigger Whisperer - that beatific smile splashed
across his face - eased his way past the police barricade, put a tweed - jacketed arm around the broken - down drug dealer, and
spoke some whispered profundity into his ear, Kilo G blinked blankly like a stage - show volunteer struck dumb by an Indian casino hypnotist, then calmly handed over his gun and the keys
to his
heart.