Your Morning Lídia

For Tuesday, September 30th, 2025

Week 134 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.

This Week Lídia Jorge

“My idea was that we, as a people, were superficially inclusive, but if you looked deeper, we remained, and remain, racist.”

"The drying rack was in the back of the house, at that time it was already completely dark, and my heart was beating with the force of a hammer inside my chest. However, overcoming the fear, I ran in the direction of the light, and came to put myself near the door of the compartment where the uncle was. But she didn't enter, she just peeked, waiting for a new opportunity to see without being seen. In fact, there was no need to hide, because at one point I had been taken by the certainty that Uncle Fernando, even if he made an effort and wanted to reward me with a word, could not do it, because he did not see me. My doubt consisted only in knowing if it was opaque like the door or transparent like air." —A Instrumentalina