By Isabel Adonis
I read William Faulkner's Light in August in my early teens and I scarcely understood it. But I understood something and many years later a woman at a party mentioned that she had read the same novel at college. For a while she talked about miscegenation and on my return home I decided that this was something that I wanted to look into. I wandered down to the little second hand bookstore in Bethesda where I used to live and it was the first book that I found there, as if it had been waiting for me to claim it. I am mixed race, my mother was Welsh and my father was from the Caribbean. Many people treat me as if I am black, an exotic, and a foreigner. But I have lived a life like the character in the book, lonely isolated and forever going round in circles searching for my authentic self. And just as in Faulkner's deep south I live in a society which is determined to make me bad, determined to make me take the role of scapegoat, to make me 'the other' of themselves.