I usually don’t like second-person narration, but the memoir also doubles as a letter to his mother, almost a love letter even. Even though she was abusive, he loved and loves her still and wishes to tell her all he experienced and went through growing up as a young Black man in America. Southern America. “I looked like a big, dark, black man since I was an eleven-year-old boy.” As a teen and a passenger in his mother’s car, a police officer pulled her over but asked for his ID, assuming he was an adult. Thank goodness his mother had the wherewithal to know her rights and to inform the cops that the passenger was not only her son, but a minor.
#BlackLoveBooks Challenge Day 15: Nonfiction Love Story History often relegates Coretta Scott King to the background story of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Yes, she was his widow and mother of his four children, but she was also an activist and feminist in her own right. She founded the King Center for Nonviolent Social Change, lobbied for Dr. King’s birthday to be declared a national holiday, and helped Nelson Mandela get elected president after being released from prison. From Amazon: Coretta’s […]