This memoir is by Gregory Howard Williams and takes place mainly in the 1950s and 1960s. Williams was the son of a (white) woman and a southern Italian man. Except he wasn't from Italy. Williams' father was a drunk and abused his wife. Although they had a thriving business, and Williams' father (Buster) was charming and intelligent, he lost everything due to his drinking. His wife had enough and divorced Buster and took the two youngest children, while the two oldest, Greg and Mike, went with their father to his hometown Muncie, Indiana. And there they discovered they were Black. They looked completely white, but their swarthy "Italian" father was actually Black, and by the rules of the times, they were Black as well.
I grew up in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and am familiar with the "one drop rule."
This is a memoir about extreme poverty, abuse, love, and partial forgiveness. It is a reminder that racism doesn't exist only in the South but throughout the US (and while it was in retreat for awhile, it seems to be advancing again). It is a reminder of what poverty and discrimination can do, and while love can save some of us, it can't save all.
I wish this book could be taught in school, but I think I heard that some public schools (in Texas??) are playing down the role of slavery in causing the Civil War because it might make white students feel bad, so I doubt that it will ever be.
In any case, Greg (sometimes called Billy) succeeded, his brother Mike did not and was blinded in a bar fight. Many of his Black friends did succeed in life although many did not. Williams states this in the last few pages. He doesn't mention any white friends from Muncie. I guess being Black, he didn't have any.
Are we going to return to those days here in the US? Is racism toward those from Africa and the Middle East going to spread even more in Europe. Things don't look good.
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