The position of my white neighbor is much more difficult. No brown specter pulls up a chair beside me when I sit down to eat. No
dark ghost thrusts its leg against mine in bed. The game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting. I do not always feel colored...I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.
1. What does “the game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting” mean? Who do you think is “keeping” and what are they keeping? Who do you think is “getting” and what are they getting?
