Ibram X

Review :

Dancing in the Street

An elderly black man
was walking down the street
In a small southern Texas town.
I stopped to ask him,
"Are you a Jehovah's Witness"
"Why, yes, I am."
He was not wearing a suit, nor a tie.
Nor did he carry a briefcase.
I just knew because I used to be one of them.
"I have always admired the Jehovah's Witnesses,
They are antiracists,
and mingled with one another. "
"Here in the South
we have separate congregations."
I was diisillusioned.
This was in the late 90s,
Even schools were integrated.

We dyed or bleached our hair.
We permed or even straightened it.
Just to change that which
we did not like in us.
We laid out in the sun
Or on tanning beds.
Some of us even
bleach our skin.
The 60s freed us all
but only for a while.
Because in our racist society
We are not allowed
to be ourselves.

Her mother was half Cherokee,
Her daughter's skin
a warm brown.
It was like her grandmother's
Her mother declared
And she was very proud.
Then she met a Cherokee
And fell in love.
And her mother said,
"He is too dark for you.
What will people say"
Shades of color mattered.

"I bet you can't answer every
question with the word 'chocolate.'"
"Yes, I can." I said."
"What is your favorite cake"
"Chocolate."
"What is your favorite ice cream"
"Chocolate."
"What color of boys do you like
"Chocolate." I giggled.
My brother is now an antiracist.
Just as am I.
My friend told me this story,
Of walking down a sidewalk
In Tulsa:
"John and I were walking
down a sidewalk in Tulsa,
and it wasn't long ago.
An elderly black man was
walking towards us
When he was close enough,
he stepped off the sidewalk
to let us pass by."
Shocked, they just
continued walking.
Knowing this now,
I would be prepared,
If it ever happened to me.
I would step off the sidewalk,
too,
and soon we would be
dancing in the street.

I was with a group of acquaintance's
In a small café in Tahlequah
When one of us stated,
"I hope you don't think that I am a racist,
But I don't like rap music."
"I don't think you are," I replied.
"I don't like it either.
I love the blues, and reggae.
And Dixieland jazz,
And African drumming
Without accompaniment."
We continued
with our likes and dislike
And I interjected,
"I don't like Lionel Richie's music,
whatever it is called."
When another person
Asked me,
"Are you a racist"

The above writing came to me as I was reading this book, but I don't consider it a great review of this book, and now I am rereading it in order to take notes.

I cana say this about it so far: It is the best book that If have read on racism. I would give it ten stars, if I could.

I have had people tell me that I should be friends with racist because thdy have other good qualities or that I should be tolerant. I don't see that happening. I had a Buddhist monk once tell me that he could not listen to vulgar words, and I can't listen to racism. It is immoral. Would someone who claims to be a Christan be friends with a criminal, a murderer Does not their Bible say to not be unevenly yoked with unbelievers or are they friends with these people because they desire to be tolerant And isn't their asking for tolerance just an excuse to continue to be racist Shaming us for not accepting them Can an antiracist really be friendws with a racist And what does it say about them if they do To me it says that it is okay for you to be a racist.


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