I am sad to be done with this book. I’m going to miss being in Janet’s company. And even sadder that there’s not more I can read on her life after the memoir ends.
This was a heart wrenching, conflicting story. If it was fiction, you would have accused the author of being dickensian inventing too many tragedies, making the story unrealistic. And yet, reality is stranger than fiction.
She and her family experience every injustice the American system has to throw on the poor and the minorities: lack of access to education and opportunities in your own community (forcing you to seek them outside of home), the unadulterated failures of the justice system in preventing and prosecuting crime (this INFURIATED me), violating rights when accused of a crime, racism, sexism, the lack of support and safety net for the poor and struggling, the lack of protection, and violence. She experiences this in addition to every other tragedy that being a human brings: sibling conflict, feelings of inadequacy, struggling with your parents expectations, seeing family members and community members make the wrong choices for themselves, entertaining your own demons and self-destructive behavior.
Janet was a real person, with real, unflinching emotions.
She had lifelong struggles with identity, which were in many ways, rooted in the inherent trauma of the injustices of American life and its treatment of the poor and minorities.
I cheered for her. I flinched and winced for her. I laughed at her sardonic jokes. I was amazed at how much humor she was able to eke out of her experience. I loved her depictions of life and identity and freedom in Paris.
Such a fascinating holding of self-creation and self-destruction in tension, in a world and two-selves, one that seemed to strive for a life-giving existence and one that seemed hell-bent on tearing her down.
Overall, book shook me to my core. I will be thinking about if for a long time and wish more people knew her story.
Some favorite quotes:
On the many difficulties and tragedies faced by her family members: “Kevin was kicked out of the job corp. The whole family is cursed. We’re the black penniless Kennedys.”
The sharply clever and cruel convergence of her identity struggles at one of her lowest moments: “By my deed I had failed as a law student. By my confession, I failed as a project girl…How could a project girl who had grown up with some of the savviest criminals in the ‘hood be so dumb as to cry on a lying cops shoulder and confess to something no one could prove? That’s what it was, that naive college-girl shit.”
On the power of presence of another in the worst moments of tribulation: “Professor Younger visited…No other faculty or administrator deemed such a visit appropriate and hers was a real surprise. Her large eyes brimmed with compassion as we attempted conversation. Silence filled much of the visit, but her presence was more of a comfort than any words could have been”
On the beauty of France, setting her free from the uniquely American experience of her identity: “In France I was liberated from the Vassar girl/project girl conflict. No one judged me on specifics, and I had nothing to prove. The French saw me as just another American, though I didn’t see myself that way at all. I viewed Americans as white patriots, who didn’t want me in school with their children. I was black, period. The french drew no such distinctions, which meant I no longer had to worry about making African Americans look good. Or bad. Whatever I did was attributed to Americanness, not blackness. What a switch - a black person with the power to make white people look bad”
“They were elated to meet an African American and bombarded me with questions about racism, Harlem, black entertainers and anything that touched the lives of black people in America. The giggles at my french and laughed outright when I attempted to explain that I was black, not American. “Mais, Jeanette,
you are so very-y americaine” She said I looked American, dressed American and walked like an American.
On the gift of the difficulties “I realized, to my surprise, that my life had given me a psychic and spiritual stamina that money, connections, and privilege could not afford”
On the future ahead (one of the most hopeful lines in the book): “I can’t wait to graduate and begin my career. I’ll have a job, money, and an apartment. My life will be mine. I’m full of shrapnel but determined to survive.”