I loved this book. This woman went through hell trying to buy from only Black-owned businesses for one year, and it's a very thought-provoking account of that experiment, but that's not the only reason I loved it. I loved her honesty about the experience -- about her own bitterness and discouragement, her mixed feelings about race, the way it affected her children, etc, etc. It must have been hard to write.
There are some sad moments in the book. The author learns the hard way that anonymous Internet commenters are hateful idiots. And near the end of the experiment, when the family's options for buying produce run out (her favorite Black-owned grocery goes under; her fallback Black-owned minimart goes under; farm stands run by Black farmers close for the season), she has to shop at a Hispanic-owned grocery and she talks about feeling envious of recent Mexican immigrants who can make a successful grocery business. This from a successful middle-class woman who has a JD and MBA from the University of Chicago. (I kept wondering if there was another approach that would have saved her favorite Black-owned grocery-- could he have moved to a better location, changed his hours, cut costs? Anderson was very focused on marketing as the way to help that business, which didn't seem to work).
One flaw in the book is that the author, who succeeded in climbing the ladder in the current American capitalist system, doesn't seem to envision any other model of success. I mean, I'm not an economist, but it strikes me that it's not possible for every poor person in America to get an MBA from an elite university or become a CEO. The marketing of elite universities relies on them being elite. And middle-class White people have just as much reason as Blacks to question the current system where you need two incomes to pay your student loans and all of your disposable income other than that is flowing to the people who run Target, Wal-Mart, Google and so on. Those kind of rich fat cat CEOs don't help poor White Americans anymore than they do poor Black Americans. So I like to try and envision a model where there is a place for everyone -- for example, where a living wage could be earned from skills that don't require a fancy degree. (The kind of success the Andersons have achieved seems completely out of reach to ME, and I'm a White person with middle-class roots who got a decent good start in life. Owning a home? TWO advanced degrees? More power to them.)
In general Anderson's ambivalence about White involvement in her project comes through loud and clear. That was also a little sad to read. She does illuminate one particularly contemporary aspect of racism in America, which is that disadvantaged or struggling Whites view programs to assist Blacks as a threat. Anderson seems puzzled and hurt by Whites who saw this project as racist--and I guess, putting myself in her shoes, I'd have felt the same way. I'd suggest that maybe White people need to get their heads around the fact that poverty is a corrosive problem in America, and that if even one group was lifted out of poverty, it would be a huge success. But then again, Anderson seems to hope that Black people can accomplish this by themselves, without White people being even peripherally involved. I'm not sure that's possible.
Also the chapter about gentrification was completely confusing to me. (She actually uses the term "sellout" to apply to middle-class Blacks-- that seems to run counter to everything she hopes to accomplish!) But again, she gets huge points for honesty there. She's ambivalent about gentrification--I got that much. Hey, I am too. Actually, that in a nutshell is the biggest strength of the book. I really related to this woman and her desire to DO SOMETHING about the problems of Black Americans -- and her bitterness about how hard that actually is to achieve.