Between the World and He
What is it like to grow up black and male in the United States? Ta-Nehisi Coates, author of the highly acclaimed Atlantic article on reparations, tells us in Between the World and Me, a memoir cum extended letter to his fifteen-year-old son. It is a life in which you don’t have final control over the most basic aspect of human existence–your own body. Your body can be thrown in prison or shot or just pushed aside at most any time for most any reason with little recourse.
As a result,
writes Coates, parents often dole out harsh physical punishment to their children. Why? Because they are scared that if they don’t teach their children the limits of their lives, they will get something worse from police or the system.
Coates highlights two other key phases of his development. One is going to Howard University where he reveled in the diversity of lifestyles, thought and personalities in a setting that embraced and affirmed all that was black.
The other was going to live in France for a while. Though quite afraid of encountering this very alien culture, he found it a revelation to be in a society that was free of the same history and patterns as the United States. In France he had a body he could call his own.
France was not perfect, however. There he found other kinds of hatred and prejudice. After all, no matter where you go, people are always there.
What is
missing, then, from Coates’s book, by his own admission, is hope. As an atheist, he has not embraced any spiritual life or the black church itself, the institution he says “that has, so often, been the only support for our people” (p. 139). Though he doesn’t see things getting better, he still can’t help trying to help his son navigate a world that is not friendly, trying to alert people through his journalism to the injustices that surround us, trying to inform a wide range of readers about black life as they read over the shoulder of his son.
While this brief book will not be an easy read for white people, it is an important one for understanding the height and depth of the wall between the world and people like Coates.
My white friends sometimes tell me it’s just not this way. My black friends tell me it is very much this way. I tend to believe the people who have been black more than those who haven’t.
I’m reading this book right now, about halfway through. Much to ponder. And your reading of it as accurate and “without hope” present in Coates’s thinking is spot-on. We need to read it and understand our world just a little better by doing so.
I wish I could summarize the book with the same elegance as Andy. As white people, I feel we must do as much as possible to get this book in the hands of as many people as is feasible. Unless more of us can understand (without living the experience ourselves) we won’t be able to contribute anything to this unacceptable state of being.