in hot pursuit
In Pursuit of Understanding Race
Joe had always been on a qualitative quest to understand his history and the racism that he had experienced. The quantitative data that said he was part Egyptian, part Nigerian, and part Irish did not matter to him even though he did not know which race to put on questionnaires. And he never took advantage of quotas, which would have allowed him to go to the best schools. He was in hot pursuit of his own answer and there were no quaint solutions.
He felt most queer, however, when he visited the Pyramids. He could not identify with the Egyptians, their mummies, or their quays along the River Nile. And when he danced with an African quilt around his shoulders near a quartz mine in Nigeria he also did not feel that he had quenched his thirst for understanding himself. Knowing that the time for his query was running short he took another quarterly vacation from his job to visit Ireland.
"So your pursuit of understanding has led you here at last, Lad?"Said the man sitting next to him in an Irish bar with tennis rackets on the wall while drinking a quart of beer. "You can‘t quantify where you come from. It‘s in your heart! And there should be a purity to it all that makes you quiver when you finally understand it!"
As Joe left Ireland he knew that the man at the Irish bar had spoken true words of wisdom. He had no home country. He was just himself and that should be enough. Finally at peace Joe headed home. His quest was over.