In this single story, there was no possibility of Africans being similar to her in any way, no possibility of feelings more complex than pity, no possibility of a connection as human equals.
Utifra denne beretning var det ingen mulighet for at en afrikaner kunne være lik henne, på noen måte. Ingen mulighet for annet enn medynk. Ingen mulighet for en forbindelse som likeverdige medmennesker.