This book is kind of a fun read but it has not aged well. It’s very “get off my lawn” while also trying not to be nostalgic and pretty explicitly ends up just being Neal arguing that his generation is actually the most woke generation of Black people despite not actually offering much evidence to support his point (or at least it’s hard to accept his point when he’s comparing himself as 35 year old to these kids who are 16 and acting as if the only variable there is what music and movies they consumed). I don’t think there’s anything terribly useful to take away from this book that you don’t get from Patricia Hill Collins (except for a minor point thinking about Cosby as an actor). It’s also telling/unfortunate that Neal is so uncritical of Kelly and Cosby. Kelly he should have known better (he even acknowledges Kelly’s marriage to a 15 year old but doesn’t seem overly bothered by it) and Cosby I don’t really think he could know about the charges that would come out against him, but still it speaks to how his supposed wokeness is still a little limited.