After a cold winter in New York, the neat from the Caribbean sun has stirred her blood to the surface and left her face flushed, her brown skin glowing, her lips fiery bronze. The color of their skin is butterscotch brown, their features an amalgam of the aboriginal, the conquerors, the enslaved, the enslavers: the Amerindian people who first lived on the island, the Europeans who for centuries claimed it, the Africans brought there on slave ships, Indians and Chinese who exchanged indentured labor for the hope of land ownership; others, like the impoverished Portuguese, who came seeking their fortune. [...] in the nineteenth century the island was not yet El Dorado, though there was money to be made in cocoa and sugarcane. [...] husbands and wives who have lived together this long often unconsciously mimic each others expressions, softening objective differences, molding distinctive features so that one barely notices that the shapes of the faces ate different, that the noses, eyes and mouths are not the same.
Anna in-Between Elizabeth Nunez Black Renaissance; Fall 2009/Winter 2010; 9, 2/3; Docstoc pg. 6 Repr
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