“They’re madmen, I tell you!” exclaimed Beatty, still with that grin. “They’re even advocating amalgamation!”
Porter cleared his throat. There were limits, and he had finally reached all of them.
“No, actually—and I’d advise you to be careful how you phrase that. They are not advocating
amalgamation. They’re simply calling for the removal of all laws that regulate marriage by criteria of color.”
Beatty was giving him that look that Porter had come to detest. Half frowning, because he was stupid.
Half jeering, because his stupidity had no bottom.
“If you can’t understand the difference, Representative Beatty, it’s the difference between advocating divorce and allowing for it in the law. I do not advocate that you divorce your wife.”
Not that the poor woman probably wouldn’t thank me.
“I do, however, propose to make it legally possible for you to do so, should that be your choice.”