2020 was the summer of protests, which was followed by a rash of books white people could read to educate themselves, and learn how to be “anti-racist.” This is not really one of those books. Ben Phillipe writes about racism, but he mostly writes about Ben Phillipe. He says that what you will learn by reading this book is what you might learn about him if you were friends, and you went out for a dozen beers together, and rode a dozen subway trains together.
The racism part you would learn is that Ben is no threat to anyone. He’s kind of fat, he’s a nerd, he’s a coward, he’s polite and he smiles (he taught himself to smile, so his resting Black face wouldn’t be seen as mean). But living in the United States, he is aware that he could become the next police brutality statistic, and he is afraid, and being afraid makes him angry.
He writes, “Make no mistake, white friends: I truly am afraid all the time.” He writes, “I, Ben, do not want to die in this country. I don’t consent to the cost of admission into this country being my potential lynching if I have a bad day or displease you. […] I want to be safe here, and I want to be safe now.”
Most of the book aims at a lighter tone. Phillipe can be very clever and very funny, although the humor is sometimes described as “cutting” or “biting.” His opening sentence is both clever and funny: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a good white person of liberal leanings must be in want of a Black friend.”
This book jumps all over in time and location, from the biographical to the philosophical, to book recommendations, to explanations of Black-related things (like what does “ashy” mean). It’s kind of a mess. But the meat of the book is Phillipe’s memories of his own life.
He was born in Haiti, where his family had a big house with two gardens and two maids. When he was a child, his father moved the family to Canada, where they lived in a cramped apartment, and his mother had no job and no friends (she had been a nurse in Haiti). Phillipe grew up speaking Haitian creole and French. English is his third language, and he now writes books in it, so you know he must be smart.
He is smart. He won a scholarship to Columbia University in New York, and he went. He then spent a few years in Texas getting a graduate writing degree, and came back to Columbia as a professor. It sounds seamless, and it sounds easy, but along the way, with friends and lovers he was not always so smart.
There are stories in this book that do not really reflect well on Ben Phillipe. There are times, reading it, that you might want to say to the author, sure, you may smile and act polite, but are you really a nice person? Do I really want to be your friend? Phillipe admits as such, that he can be a bit of an asshole, although he tries to be civil. When he described some of his revenge fantasies I asked myself, is Phillipe really a horrible person, or is he just more brutally honest than most? That question probably does not have a simple answer, but he definitely is more honest than most.
At the end, people have asked him, if you have a problem with living as a Black person in America, why don’t you just leave? Go back to Haiti, or back to Canada. He says no. He loves his neat New York apartment, and his cute dog. This is his home now