First, my journey with this book, "Our America: Life and Death on the South Side of Chicago," began with the 'New York Times' obituary, dated Dec. 13, 2022, with the headline "Lloyd Newman, Teenage Chronicler of ‘Ghetto Life,’ Dies at 43." This book instantly caught my attention, and I knew I had to read it.
A young, barely teenage Mr. Newman no doubt was experiencing, while he was living in the Ida B. Wells Apartments on the southside of Chicago in the 1980s, projects owned and managed (and neglected) by the Chicago Housing Authority, symptoms of this inherited disease, which has no cure and ultimately ended his short life. But the book only mentions sickle cell anemia in passing toward the end, when he interviews his sister, who is at that time diagnosed with the disease and no doubt is not receiving the medical care she requires.
The interviews that he and co-author and best friend LeAlan Jones did in their south side Chicago neighborhood, including with school teachers, law enforcement and the judicial branch, which ultimately became this award-winning book, live on.
I must say right from the start that I don't understand why the Goodreads blurb says "For Use in Schools and Libraries Only." This book is for anybody, period.
Two young black men, teenagers, embark on a mission to interview the people who live in the projects with them. The first of the interviews take place in 1993 and the last ones take pace in 1996. But when you read between the lines, you see the interviews were really a means for these two young, intelligent men to find an anchor, a lifeline in the sea of physical and emotional devastation that was their playground, their home, their neighborhood. The questions they asked were a searching for meaning to their lives, a hook for somebody, a teacher, a relative, an adult, to give them hope that each had a future that made their lives worth living. Encouragement that they can make it.
So much authenticity rang through in their interviews, their diaries. They don't censor. They don't say what they think you want to hear. They speak from their gut, with love, with fear, with caring, with eyes wide open about what lies ahead for them. Few individuals interview under such conditions with such candor. Of his teacher, Ms. Tolson, Lloyd asks "What do you think we'll be when we grow up?" "What do you think of the people in eighth grade? What will they become in life?" Doubt, and self-doubt, permeate their lives, but they keep on asking the questions.
Thirteen year old LeAlan interviews his grandmother, and asks, "Tell me about my mother's mental illness." "How do you think I"ll end up?"
They probe like professional correspondents: Of his sister, LeAlan asks, "You smoke marijuana?" "No I don't," she answers. "Yes, you do! Tell the truth!" Or "How do you feel about all these deaths when you just sit around and think about it?"
The interviews never get tiring, each one is fresh. The interviews alternate between LeAlan and Lloyd. The questions reflect a young, intelligent black man the edges of whose universe seems to be precarious and shrunken. These are young men who grow up in a life where falling off the edge may be imminent at any age. LeAlen asks June, his grandmother, who has has introduced herself as "June Marie Jones, your grandmother. "What good experiences have you had in the last few years?"or "Granddaddy, what changes have you seen in me since I was young?"
I've read few books that have such a pulse.
When the book's Part II begins, these young men dig in, trying to expose the underbelly of life in the projects. If things looked bleak to us on the outside, we can only imagine how they seem to those on the inside. But the interviewers, these authors, spare nothing and nobody, spare no question, no avenue of investigation. It's difficult for us to read. How much more difficult to be born into this type of life, to try to develop a life of hope and meaning.
What I noticed throughout is the lack of vocabulary of feelings - feelings of anger, betrayal, confusion, disappointment, of the young people growing up here. Most of the young people act out their anger, when there is nobody to coach them through acknowledging these feelings. I hope this has, in the years since, changed.
These two men are, I would argue, heroic. The tragedy of the talented and creative Mr. Newman's early death acknowledged, one can only hope that Mr. Jones continues to utilize the talents he has and to discover even greater ones. One can only hope that this book is read far beyond school rooms and the four walls of libraries.