Good intentions, horrible executions. There's really no way around it.
This book was trying to include white people in 'the conversation' while simultaneously showing the ways in which they need to be better. And it failed. Miserably.
For starters, and perhaps most importantly, I feel like this book tried way too hard to say "Hey White people, good, beautiful white people, racists, and your uncles too! Come to the cookout--fill your plate up with greens, BBQ ribs, Mac & Cheese, and pull up a chair! Grab a grape Shasta. And save some room for some peach cobbler! Let's talk about race!" This book tried way too hard to relate blackness to whiteness, which are both two very entirely different experiences. This book tried way too hard to say "I get you, white brothers and sisters! ('white brothers and sisters' was literally used in the first pages of this book. Seriously?!) We are a lot a like. We are actually more alike than you think! But ya'll created slavery and then there was segregation and then Travyon Martin was killed then George Floyd. Please say sorry? Pretty pleaseeee?!" Give me a break.
I understand the author's intention wasn't to alienate anybody, but if his intention was to make white people 'uncomfortable', from my perspective, and granted I am a black woman, he wasn't even in the ballpark. Pun intended.
White people literally know all these things. They know about slavery. They know they can't and shouldn't even WANT to say the N word. They know about police brutality--they have known about it for hundreds of years. They are well aware they shouldn't touch black people's hair. So what about these conversations is exactly 'uncomfortable'? Telling white people to go sit next to black people minding their business in public and 'strike up a conversation because you're curious about race' was about the dumbest thing I have ever heard--not only because to do so is just weird, but it's also terrible advice. If his intention was to make white readers feel 'comfortable' enough to talk about race, then he literally, once again, failed. Because all he did was give them a green light to be that purposely ditsy white person at the company party that asks, "So like, why can't I say the N word when I'm listening to Jay Z? Emmanuel Acho told me to ask you." (A real conversation I'm sure has taken place in some form or another).
The biggest disappointment is that this book felt like detention for white people. It felt like less than a slap on the wrist. I in no means think all white people should be punished for racism, but I also don't think they should have their feelings coddled and told that these necessary conversations are 'uncomfortable'. I have TONS of white friends who would agree that these conversations are only 'uncomfortable' if you have bathed in ignorance your entire life. Thank GOD they even think this book was ridiculous.
The worst part is that I understand his intention. I actually think his intention was rather...'great'. But he missed the mark by a long shot (another pun that is definitely intended). If you're white and genuinely curious about the conversation about America and its long history of anti-black violence and genocide (because that is what racism is--violence), I encourage you to read authors like Angela Davis and Audre Lorde, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Ta-Nehesi Coates, Michael Eric Dyson, Ibram X Kendi, and many, many, MANY more black authors and revolutionists who have dedicated their lives to giving a no-nonsense take on exactly what this author tried so desperately to coddle white people about. While Acho never said that he was an expert on these issues, and while he did quote revolutionaries and point his white audience to their texts, speeches, and work (which was arguably the only good thing this book actually did), I think this is a conversation he should sit out, indefinitely. I think he is just as daft as he tried to paint his white audience to be. But at least they are daft by their choosing--he is just like this.
I know we all have to start somewhere. I know that we all have to meet each other at different points when it comes to racism in America. But distilling very troubling, traumatic, deeply rooted issues down so suburban white kids who have been screaming the N word on top of their lungs since Kendrick Lamar dropped Section .80 can feel less guilty is absolutely NOT how to do that.
Maybe this book was uncomfortable for some. I am definitely not the target audience--but I wanted to give this book a chance, to see if its contents could actually...just maybe...motivate white people to be apart of a struggle that has started since 1619. I would be lying if I said it did anything other than make me roll my eyes for them. What a nice way to play Captain-Save-A-White person. Enjoy the rest of the food at 'the cookout'; I bet it tasted bland.