3 October 2016
When I was in graduate school, I remember a fellow writer bringing to a workshop a lynching scene. The writer was not black. He was, in fact, a Chinese-American man named Bill Cheng, who would go on to write a novel of the blues called "Southern Cross the Dog."
In class that day, we hemmed and hawed over discussing the scene until our professor slammed the table and shouted at the room, "Does Bill have the right to write this scene?"
