I just finished reading Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I have to say this is a book that kept me up at night, a book that spoke to my heart. It was as if Chimamanda was writing on behalf of the African woman in the diaspora. I know this woman’s writing exceeds my expectations, never fails. Here is a piece that I loved
Dear American Non-Black, if an American Black person is telling you about an experience about being black, please do not eagerly bring up examples from your own life. Don’t say “It’s just like when I …” You have suffered. Everyone in the world has suffered. But you have not suffered precisely because you are an American Black. Don’t be quick to find alternative explanations for what happened. Don’t say “Oh, it’s not really race, it’s class. Oh, it’s not race, it’s gender. Oh, it’s not race, it’s the cookie monster.” You see, American Blacks actually don’t WANT it to be race. They would rather not have racist shit happen. So maybe when they say something is about race, it’s maybe because it actually is? Don’t say “I’m color-blind,” because if you are color-blind, then you need to see a doctor and it means that when a black man is shown on TV as a crime suspect in your neighborhood, all you see is a blurry purplish-grayish-creamish figure. Don’t say “We’re tired of talking about race” or “The only race is the human race.” American Blacks, too, are tired of talking about race. They wish they didn’t have to. But shit keeps happening. Don’t preface your response with “One of my best friends is black” because it makes no difference and nobody cares and[…]”
Excerpt From: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. “Americanah.” Alfred A. Knopf, 2013-05-14. iBooks.
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Please read this book y’all!