Nancy Giles tells true tales from her “black experience,” then and now. And she wonders: will we ever have that “conversation about race” (as if one conversation will do it), or is it safer to have yet another conversation about having a conversation about race? Among her thoughts: does anyone ever refer to “the white community?” Why are my people the only ethnic group to dance to the rhythm of a self-hating racial epithet? Are there actual black women who aren’t strong and sassy, but neurotic and even unsure of themselves? Can soundtrack music be bigoted? And what about hair? Giles wants to talk and listen — and talk some more.