Other, more celebrated journalists have attempted to document the nation's descent into madness by pairing it with their personal journey into chaos. Their attempts generally fail, limited by their position among the NY/DC/LA media elite. Justin Glawe does not live in and report about that world. He is on the streets as Ferguson explodes in anger after a Black man is shot dead by a white cop. And he is present and reporting for the next decade of protests and killings.
Disclaimer. I met Justin in Ferguson in what became the opening scenes of this book. I always knew he was a dogged reporter. A story getter. I didn't know he had the writing chops to deliver a project like this.
Hs book is both ambitious and local. Epic and granular. Vast and local.
Throughout, he remains laser focused on forgotten communities and hidden victims, telling stories that often go untold. So although his personal account is vividly told, he never shies from the main purpose of his reporting, which is to shine a light in dark corners. That some happen to his own makes the whole thing more powerful.