Another difficult book. Not the beautiful, poetic writing, but the subject matter. What it is like to live your life black in the US.
A country and a world where privilege and discrimination is part of the DNA of history: (p83) – “They sent the killer…back to his work, because he was not a killer at all. He was a force of nature, the helpless agent of our worlds physical laws.”
A world where just surviving the day takes its toll: (p90) “This need to be always on guard was an unmeasured expenditure of energy, the slow siphoning of essence.”
The inter-generational effect of one generation over the next: (p92) “And now I measure this fear against the boldness that the masters of the galaxy imparted to their own children…”
The double-think that allows the world to continue despite the injustice that jars against the dream of the country: “p 98) “This is the practised habit of jabbing out one’s eyes and forgetting the work of one’s hands.”
There’s something about this book that spoke to me that I hesitate to write about.