This book was written for wealthy older white men. If you're selecting a reading for a group of wealthy older white men who would be intimidated by a concrete discussion of racism, this book could work for you. In my group, which includes younger and marginalized people, readers found it disappointing and aggravating.
Every chapter of this book begins with an anecdote that will make people laugh and nod...if they've never experienced economic hardship.
Chapter 1: The author purchased expensive fish for the pond on his nice big property and didn't take care of them, so they all died.
Chapter 2: The author got a new vacuum that was "the best money could buy," broke it, and tried to fix it with duct tape.
Chapter 3: Every spring the author buys himself a brand new set of golf clubs, though he doesn't need them and they don't improve his game.
Then in chapter 4, the author illustrates the difference between equality and equity by saying that providing the same number of stalls in men's and women's bathrooms isn't fair, because "women are more likely to use a bathroom trip as a mini social outing." Maybe invoking that stereotype was funny ten years ago, but it's certainly not now. Through the rest of the book, the author gives lip service to sexism and then turns right around and cracks Boomer jokes about his wife, like "When Mom is not at her best, we are in a 'No' environment--no joy, no fun, no communication, and no you-kn0w-what."
I'm especially disappointed by this book because, like the author, I'm Asian American. I recognize my coping mechanisms in the way he writes. Telling only the jokes white people will like, sharing only the parts of my life white people will understand, trying hard to be "relatable" and unthreatening so they'll take me seriously. That's what countless people have to do to fit in and advance in the workplace.
But books about racism should be more than a prop administrators can wave around to say they "support diversity" without ruffling any feathers. Instead of reading 10th anniversary additions of books full of references to Game Boy cartridges and the author's testosterone-fueled reluctance to ask for directions (Siri doesn't judge, dude), organizations should find bolder works that are more in tune with the times.