This book wasn’t what I expected from the title. I was expecting a dry dissertation on race that ended in a call to action, but instead this book is a powerful collection of personal stories that relate to larger concepts of education, poverty, police violence, etc. that are central to conversations of systemic racism in America and Baltimore specifically. Now, I’m a white transplant to the city, who’s lived in Baltimore for about eight years, and the concept of the two Baltimores is overwhelmingly true. This really is a mostly segregated city, and every white person who claims to love this city should read this book ASAP. Besides being a beautiful collection of writing and some truly incredible descriptions of rowhome life, this book shows personal realities, which help to ground some abstract concepts into moments and interactions that instill empathy without feeling like a lecture (this isn’t to say some white folks wouldn’t be better off with a good lecturing though). There’s a lot of sadness in this book, but there’s also a fierce sense of beauty and strength and power, and I won’t forget this book for a long, long time.