I was really struck I suppose during the riots in London. So many people so willing to stand up and describe or comment or explain the behavior of young black men. People who have never met a young black man unless it was to cross the street to avoid him. And I found all that commentary so tiring, this assumption of understanding. In Nathan’s case, I wanted to leave him alone. I wanted him to speak with his own voice, as much as that is possible in fiction, and just to exist outside of commentary or control.