The damnation of this word: miscegenation. Let us write it in giant letters on the page.

ÉDOUARD GLISSANT, Poetic Intention

But his blood would not be quiet, let him save it. It would not be either one or the other and let his body save itself. Because the black blood drove him first to the negro cabin. And then the white blood drove him out of there, as it was the black blood which snatched up the pistol and the white blood which would not let him fire it.

WILLIAM FAULKNER, Light in August