One of the best books I've read on racial reconciliation. Raybon's fluid writing tells a poignant story in vignettes as she grapples with growing up as a black girl in white America. This book has been an experience I wanted to savor and so I purposely crawled through the last chapters, enjoying the excursion slowly and from the bottom up.
By sharing her personal stories, she opens up new insights and wounds (some only partially healed) to those of us who haven't had to confront such ugly realities. "Anger" is respectable agency these days, but Raybon addresses the underlying issues of hate and the fallibility of all mankind. The prologue has a more contemporary tone brushed with much angst, yet the rest of the book is gentle though firm, soft though deep, and loving while discerning. The title teases even though I've finished the book. At the risk of spoilers, is it Jesus as depicted in pictures in the 1950s? Is it her second daughter? Is it the neighborhood junior high girl who was friendly? Or, is it the awareness and acceptance of differences?
I liked her comparisons to Baldwin thereby bridging the genders as we grope for racial reconciliation. We will always be short this side of heaven, but we still need to push closer. Racial reconciliation, like forgiveness and even loving, is a process. A hard fact as we so often want permanent solutions, easily and right now!
Raybon reminds us that our job, our calling, is to awake with new hope everyday and use our daily "living" to press on.