"Not only had he lived where they told him to live, not only had he done what they told him to do, not only had he done these things until he had killed to be quit of them; but even after obeying, after killing, they still ruled him. He was their property, heart and soul, body and blood; what they did claimed every atom of him, sleeping and waking; it colored life and dictated the terms of death" (332).
I sympathize with Bigger here, like I have through the whole book. It's really sad how he feels about these things, and how unfair his life is. How he sees the world and the white people.... it's disgusting what he has to go through, and how, after being an obedient lap dog to the white people, they still judge him and hate him. They don't even know him! They just assume! Why would they call him an ape, a nigger, and all those other things? So he's dark. So what? It's outrageous! I can't stand people like them. I'm glad I wasn't around in this time.
Couched: v. to word in a certain manner
Stolidly: adj. unemotional
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