"I stopped breathing. / The footsteps slowed. / My eyes fixed on the doorway. / A heavy hand appeared, parting the beads... / Then a head... / A skull of black skin. / Eyes of nothing, turning on me. / He smiled, grinning white teeth. 'Well, now... look at this.' / I forced myself to look him in the eye as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hands and stepped through the beads to stand in front of me -- solid as a rock, muscled and scarred, a huge black anvil of a man." (200-1)
"You don't know what you're doing. You don't know where you're going. You don't know why you're running down the stairs of a dingy old house, with a traumatized girl by your side and a slithering black razor-monster haunting your mind...." (210) [note: this book is realism, not fantasy, and the "black razor-monster" is Iggy, the same human black man as in the above quote]
"Iggy doesn't move a muscle. He doesn't fall, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't make a sound. He just stands there in the deadening silence, with the knife embedded deep in his throat... and his vacant eyes fixed on mine... and the gun still gripped in his hand... and something inside me is thinking distantly of stone-black giants and deathless souls and nightmare beasts that refuse to die... " (345)
Black man = evil. Black man = mythical nightmare beast. Black man = eyes of vacancy, no emotion.
I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW NOT OKAY THIS IS.