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As a child, I lived through and survived the segregated South. I sat at the back of the bus at a time when America wasn't yet as great as it could be. As a grown woman, I saw the first black president reach down a hand and touch the face of a child like I once was, lifting his eyes toward a better future.
A family going through a divorce, a child under attack by a demon, all these things I could relate to.
I was given a stethoscope in a child's 'doctor's bag' at about age six and I loved it! One could hear the heart beating through that plastic toy.
I wanted to serve. It was Desert Storm. I thought, 'I was a rich kid, and America's been good to me.'
A lot of times, when you have a story of minorities in America, it's always this super, oppositional thing. It's segregation, it's the racism, and those are the hard facts of the story.
I grew up in Mossel Bay in South Africa on the Garden Route. It's really windy there, and I like it. I enjoy links golf a lot.
We don't need to go back in time and make America great again, because really, America was only great for certain people.
And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.
I went on a long trip through South America with Prince Charles where I was the only journalist there - a couple of photographers but no other writers.
