I really have a problem as to how I should think of this one.
On the one hand, clearly racial profiling is real and a social evil that needs to end. On the other, a book like this is not going to make it end.
This book was released several years into the Obama administration but several years before the mass protests of police shootings the media has covered extensively, so that you don't need to be a part of the given community to have heard of it. I describe the latter as such because even in Twelve Angry Men several essays reference shootings from before this period I had honestly not heard of.
And, obviously, released before Charlottesville, before Trump.
My biggest problem is that after reading The Sellout, I have to wonder what Paul Beatty would say to the contributors. I don't want to suggest that their experiences weren't real, but that perhaps their response, and their essays, are influenced by a culture that seems interested only in making things worse, even when many of them are described as actively working against the police practices that result in racial profiling and humiliation and a general lack of trust.
I'm white. My closest experience with racial profiling is awareness of religious intolerance. Throughout American history and including the present, in which pedophiles have been used to discredit all of us, Catholics have been subject to constant irrational fears (that pope you see in the news today would yesterday, give or take half a century, have been accused of directing his flock against good patriotic loyalty) and held, generally, as inferior to Protestants. Then again, today if you're a Christian at all, you're in defensive mode and then are questioned as to why you're in defensive mode (Starbucks can design its holiday cups anyway it wants, okay?).
So I get it. To a certain extent. I'm white. I lived in Colorado Springs for the better part of a decade. Following 9/11, the military bases in town experienced a massive swelling as two wars began prosecution. This made the area cheap to live in. Well, half of it, anyway. There was the good and respectable side of town, and then there was the side I lived on, the cheap one. I was always getting reminded of this fact, but because I'm white I never really experienced what that was supposed to mean. One night I experienced an incident between a black man and some Hispanics. Thankfully nothing too bad happened, but I left the scene, on foot, rattled. I pulled on a hood, paranoid that any stragglers might identify me as having been there, but it was the cops, when they arrived, who intercepted me. I pulled back my hood. I have to assume, to this day, that because I'm white nothing came of that. I went home. End of story, right?
The essays in this book recount incidents where this is not what happened. No one got hurt, but none of these guys got to just walk away so easily.
But each of them describe a kind of institutionalized fury, even from those who weren't born in this country. I mention Paul Beatty because in The Sellout he describes the kind of atmosphere where I imagine this attitude festers, where people gather and trade stories of injustice, and all it does is make them angrier. Hence the title, right?
I was always taught to approach police with courtesy. I'm white, so I guess I get that right, because I generally don't have to fear about a situation escalating for no good reason. But so many of these essays include without apology, as if it becomes the right thing to do, these situations escalating because the writers have decided courtesy was something they didn't have to show, that they've earned the right to behave in a passive aggressive manner.
I'm merely suggesting that there ought to be a better way. There are those, a seeming majority, who will denounce anyone if they don't merely state the injustice and declare that nothing can improve unless you complain loudly. And yet, today, we're reaching a fever pitch, and I don't see that as productive. This is a whole book of victims seeing themselves as victims instead of as humans. Is that really the point? People treat people poorly in general. This is a book about cops treating people poorly, black people, but it's systemic, endemic, to the species. If the subject is racial profiling by cops, you're going to find a thousand examples, easily.
I'm just saying, the introduction is good. It offers a lot of perspective. There's plenty of perspective in the essays, too, but they're uniformly convinced that they didn't exasperate the specific situations they relate, which demonstrably isn't true far too frequently as you read.
I say this and I sound like I'm making excuses, that I'm denying that racial profiling happens...What I'd like to say, and even this sounds shitty, is that I wish the essays had been easier to take at face value. I know the problem is real, but I read something like this, something that is trying to make the problem visible, and I see that it's only making things worse. And that's just as terrible. In far too many ways...