Nancy can open a bank account, open to anyone.
If a person has an overwhelming sense of guilt, they can make unlimited deposits to this reparation account. I'm sure the line will extend out the door and around the building.
Certified blacks who can prove they descended from slaves can withdraw from this reparation account, one time and up to some maximum amount (Nancy can decide that).
Done and everyone is happy.
I’m Irish. Oops! Wrong color. My ancestors starved when rich foreign landlords made billions of pounds from exporting cash crops while people with the wrong (ssh! religion, those bad Catholics, they don’t want anyone to have fun but they have too many children) were jacked up by crop failure of a scrub plant, potatoes, that was thrown to the dirty, ignorant little micks, after they had been told, “wrong religion, just GET” out on the road with your spawn. (Gulliver creator Jonathan Swift delivered a satirical address to Parliament that “A young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee, or a ragout.”)
Now, I’m ambivalent, because culturally I was part of the British invasion, the Beatles & al. Shouldn’t I be getting reparations for the treatment of my ancestors? But then, would my share be cut because I listened to John, Paul, George and Ringo?