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184 pages, Hardcover
Published September 14, 2021
Diese unmenschliche Welt muß menschlicher werden“Every white person in America should be required to take a Black history class in either high school or college. Period.” Considering Blacks make up about 14% of the American population, that’s an audacious way for Leonard Moore to begin his book. Why should requiring the 86% learn about the 14% be a high priority? Moore's concise and accessible work answers the question. So in my perfect world, every American would be obliged to read it.
Aber wie? Aber wie?
(This inhuman world must become more human
But how? But how?)
Friedrich Dürrenmatt, Die Wiedertäufer
I was stopped with my family in Bailey County, Texas, right inside the Texas border from New Mexico. It was me, my wife, and my three children, who were thirteen, eleven, and nine at the time.If this scene is either too familiar or too foreign to your experience, if you are an American, I can think of no more effective way of understanding why this book matters to us all. I had two initial thoughts after reading this. The first was utter disgust and despair that anyone in the United States of America has to go through this (it’s honestly difficult, no matter how many times I read it, to get through this with becoming emotional and momentarily paralyzed). The second was, how does one come into a position of authority and be so contemptuous of the idea of fairness, justice, and most importantly, the law. How about common decency?
“Officer, why did you pull me over?”
“Because when you changed lanes you didn’t give the eighteen-wheeler in front of you enough space. You are supposed to have two car lengths between you and the next car when you switch lanes.”
“That’s why you pulled me over?”
“Yes. May I see your license and registration, please?”
“Do I have permission to get my license out of my wallet in my pocket and to look in the glove compartment for the registration? This is a rental car.”
“Yes.” After he looked at my license, he proceeded to ask a bunch of questions. “Where do you work?”
“I work at the University of Texas.”
“You drive all the way from Round Rock every day to work.”
“Yes, it’s only about a thirty minute commute.”
“What do you do at UT?”
“I’m a history professor.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Ten years.”
“Are you tenured?”
“Yes.”
“When did you get tenure?”
“I was tenured when they hired me in 2007 from LSU.”
“So, you teach history?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of history?”
“US history.”
I knew he was going to dig deeper to see what courses I taught. There was no way I was going to tell this guy I teach a class on the Black Power movement and a class called Race in the Age of Obama. No way!
“So, you don’t have a specialization. Most history professors specialize in something.”
“Yeah, I teach Southern history.” I was hoping he wouldn’t go to his car and pull up my classes on his laptop.”
“You said this is a rental car?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of car do you drive?”
“I have a Toyota Camry.”
“What about your wife? What kind of car does she have?”
“She drives a Honda Pilot.”
“What does your wife do for a living?”
“She directs a program at the University of Texas.”
Then, after the questioning was over, it was on to the next and most serious phase of the harassment.
“Mr. Moore, I’m going to need you to get out of the car and go sit in the front seat of my police cruiser.” Now, this is interesting. The dashcam points out of the windshield; it doesn’t show anything that happens in the car. I was directed to sit in the front seat, where his police gear is located, instead of the back, where most people are placed. There were two German shepherds behind me, and all I could think was, “Wow, all this officer has to do is pull out his gun and shoot me.” His defense could simply be, “Mr. Moore went for my weapon and I killed him in self-defense.”
I sat in the police car for fifteen minutes while my wife stood outside the rental car in tears. After fifteen minutes, the officer said, “You are free to go. Have a safe trip back to Round Rock.” That’s it. No apology. Nothing.