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To be sure, there are some lessons to be learned here, although I fear many might overlook them. However, at the risk of being presumptuous, I feel a strong inclination to point out at least several. Firstly, I was wholly mystified as to why Quona’s brother Darryl (who admitted to his own homosexuality) felt the need to badger Quona for being a cross-dressing gay!
Secondarily, I also have to wonder what Juanita Clark, Quona’s mother, knew about raising kids to pick such a neighborhood for her family, not have a mature adult at home to make sure they were home at a certain time, and, more importantly, not hanging out with the wrong element–which is, in fact, what happened. While she doesn’t speak directly to Quona’s (or Darryl’s) homosexuality, I can’t believe that she really felt good about it. (I don’t think any mother does.) But yet she picked an area I would call “Queerville” to raise her sons!
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