Robin M. Boylorn's Sweetwater caused me to examine stereotypes that claw at my own background—deeply racist aunts and uncles refused to think beyond an ignorance of the other, allowing them to find some class-based solace in relation to their own feelings of sociocultural worthlessness. In the tradition of good scholarship, Robin's work invites me to unnerve my own whitegirlness, to unsettle this racially reifying practice and, with all of the pedagogical potentiality of performance, hopefully, to engage a conversation privileging a continued critical and communal reflexivity.

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