Was it why I sometimes felt as weary of America as if I too had landed in what was now South Carolina in 1526 or in Jamestown in 1619? Was it the tug of all the lost mothers and orphaned children? Or was it that each generation felt anew the yoke of a damaged life and the distress of being a native stranger, an eternal alien?
--Saidiya Hartman, Lose Your Mother
We are not the same. I am an alien.
--Lil' Wayne, "Phone Home"