Black Klansman: Race, Hate, and the Undercover Investigation of a Lifetime Wow. What a wild ride. And I don’t mean roller coaster hang-onto-your-seats-bang-bang ride. I mean an “if this were a novel nobody would believe it” ride, which is such a cliché it’s gotten trite and boring, but I kinda didn’t want to say an “are you shittin’ me???” ride. Ooops. As often happens I’m...Read More
My Book Progress
I try to think about how it all works. At school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.