"Thank God my ancestors got out."
And the meaning of it all, for Richburg, the feelings: "Revulsion. Sorrow. Pity. These sentiments began nagging me soon after I first set foot in Africa. It's a gnawing feeling that I was really unable to express out loud until the end, as I was packing my bags to leave, a feeling I felt pained to admit, a sentiment that, when uttered aloud, might come across as callous, even racist. And yet I know exactly this feeling that haunts me; I've just been too embarrassed to say it. So let me drop the charade and put it as simply as I know how: There but for the grace of God go I."
No return? Thank God