He was brown and would only get more so.  His hair would bleach and his skin would get as dark as Caucasian would allow and White Nigger was her name for him.  She, Kimberly, his mother, called him White Nigger more than she called him by name. It was her drunken amusement and her drunken friends drunken amusement and whatever drunken boyfriends drunken amusement.  He hated White Nigger and knew better than to say so.  You never told her anything she didn’t want to hear.  His father would be ready to fight if he knew, and telling him would start a major incident.  Then, finally it wouldn’t be about him or White Nigger after all, then, at the end of the day it would be Roger alone and his mother.  And she would win.  She always won.