I had an interesting thought. When I was an undergrad I took a whole class on Dostoevsky. One thing they talked about was that his writing was crisis-time, what was called “threshold” time. People always stand on the threshold of a door about to enter in his books. While Tolstoy is historical time. It’s like white people are in historical time and thrust everyone else in crisis all over the world for the sake of our stability. And you get us together and there is this placidness, like a still lake, and we keep the struggling people we’re drowning below us, kicking them down while maintaining small talk. It’s never the “right time” for justice. We’re in historical time. I’ll write more about it later.

