With other black boys the strife was not so fiercely sunny: their youth shrunk into tasteless sycophancy, or into silent hatred of the pale world about them and mocking distrust of everything white; or wasted itself in a bitter cry, Why did God make me an outcast and a stranger in mine own house?
This quote describes the varied and often painful psychological responses of other Black boys to racial oppression, from sycophancy to bitter questioning of their existence.
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