Alphonse Decuir Character Analysis

The father now dead, the now-freed son wished to build something on those acres of land that would last for centuries to come. A town for men like him, who would never be accepted as white but refused to be treated like Negroes. A third place. His mother, rest her soul, had hated his lightness; […] Maybe that’s what made him first dream of the town. Lightness, like anything inherited at great cost, was a lonely gift.

The father now dead, the now-freed son wished to build something on those acres of land that would last for centuries to come. A town for men like him, who would never be accepted as white but refused to be treated like Negroes. A third place. His mother, rest her soul, had hated his lightness; […] Maybe that’s what made him first dream of the town. Lightness, like anything inherited at great cost, was a lonely gift.