Brian Copeland wrote a memoir on his life experiences that highlight the racial slurs, bullied-fights, the touching of his hair (Brillo Pad, roughness emphasized) to changing it to a textured style for acceptance, and even facing social and emotional effects while living in Oakland and San Leandro. These two neighborhoods differed between the demographics, where Oakland has mainly Blacks and San Leandro was predominately Whites during the 60s and 70s (unsure how it is today). Once his family moved to an all-white neighborhood, he faced racial struggles to where his family taught and encouraged him to adapt to being assimilated to this white culture, including with their religion and politics, as well as their mannerisms, education, and speaking as such. However, he was never truly accepted, even marrying a woman of European descent.
I felt Part 2 of the memoir picked up for me, and the climatic section of the entire memoir. I could envision being there and put in his position as I read it. I really liked how he touched on no matter how successful you are in the public eye, you can still have a blade stuck in you (pain) which can lead to a fatal suicidal death like his friend Duane, over the SF Bridge. This can be a touchy subject, but is real, and think of Diana Ross song, “Reach out and Touch somebody’s hand…make this world a better place, if you can.”
My only complaint is the memoir is not in chronological ordering, but seems to jump around a bit to where I am wondering how he was a young male or child to 35 something, and then goes back to the incident that happened two or more chapters ago.
However, I did like how he spoke on the real estate, or gentrification where they do what they can to keep blacks out of the suburbs or predominantly whites. I briefly spoke about this with my significant other and sometimes it doesn’t matter how wealthy you are or famous, still may not be able to be in certain areas.
“…It doesn’t matter how hard I try, how hard I try to do good things. It doesn’t matter because people will think I’m a bad person (page 184).” This is sad that we still have people who view black people as bad; one bad person makes the whole race as such. He pointed out even in the dictionary, the term itself, black, has so many bad synonyms for the word alone in comparison to its acronym term, white. Furthermore, I did like how he shown how some view “genuine black person” as a thug, dealer, abuser, etc. versus someone who speaks eloquently, gets married and has child into wedlock as not being one. We, as a black race, face so many stereotypes, in movies are type-casted, and stigmas that seem to stick no matter what, which makes me want to read the book: “Black Rage” soon that’s written by two Black psychologists.
Even as a multicultural woman, I face certain stigmas too as whether I am going to be/act Black or more European.
Thanks for sharing your truths, your story, and sprinkled a little comedy. I hope to see if this can be a future book club read with the group I work/facilitate.
Disclaimer: I borrowed a copy from the local library and gave my honest review.