A few weeks ago, I mailed a plastic vial of my spit down to a lab in Burlington, North Carolina, about two hours from where I grew up. i’d trade my left arm for a sense of cultural identity, I joked on Twitter last January (I’ll keep my right). i’d send an ounce of my spit to the U.S. government to know precisely what kind of white i am, I joked again o…
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