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“Het zou kunnen zijn dat als je zwart bent je andere dingen in de geschiedenis ziet dan wanneer je blank bent. Dat geef ik graag toe. Ik wil daar echter niet over spreken. Als de onderzoeker niet kan worden ingewisseld vindt er een soort geschiedschrijving plaats waar ik geen deel aan wil hebben. Of de onderzoeker nu zwart of blank is, je hebt bronnen en je probeert een zo goed mogelijk objectief beeld te geven. Ik begrijp dat er een andere geschiedschrijving bestaat, maar die wil ik er niet bij betrekken.”

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