Fuckling

Stank had been a real fuckling — he was born and raised in the carny. Had never gone to school. He was illiterate.

He could have been anyone, the product of a gene pool that is not unique, as intertwined as the history of our coming here, as slaves, as commercial subalterns of the white man's empires, as the fucklings of poor white women pressed into whoredom by impoverished families, nurtured on the sour grief of despoiled purity.