I'm Still Here: Black high quality Dignity in a popular World Made for Whiteness outlet online sale

I'm Still Here: Black high quality Dignity in a popular World Made for Whiteness outlet online sale

I'm Still Here: Black high quality Dignity in a popular World Made for Whiteness outlet online sale

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • REESE’S BOOK CLUB PICK • From a leading voice on racial justice, an eye-opening account of growing up Black, Christian, and female that exposes how white America’s love affair with “diversity” so often falls short of its ideals.

“Austin Channing Brown introduces herself as a master memoirist. This book will break open hearts and minds.”—Glennon Doyle, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Untamed

Austin Channing Brown’s first encounter with a racialized America came at age seven, when she discovered her parents named her Austin to deceive future employers into thinking she was a white man. Growing up in majority-white schools and churches, Austin writes, “I had to learn what it means to love blackness,” a journey that led to a lifetime spent navigating America’s racial divide as a writer, speaker, and expert helping organizations practice genuine inclusion.

In a time when nearly every institution (schools, churches, universities, businesses) claims to value diversity in its mission statement, Austin writes in breathtaking detail about her journey to self-worth and the pitfalls that kill our attempts at racial justice. Her stories bear witness to the complexity of America’s social fabric—from Black Cleveland neighborhoods to private schools in the middle-class suburbs, from prison walls to the boardrooms at majority-white organizations.

For readers who have engaged with America’s legacy on race through the writing of Ta-Nehisi Coates and Michael Eric Dyson, I’m Still Here is an illuminating look at how white, middle-class, Evangelicalism has participated in an era of rising racial hostility, inviting the reader to confront apathy, recognize God’s ongoing work in the world, and discover how blackness—if we let it—can save us all.

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This incisive memoir takes a penetrating look at race and the Christian faith while providing tools on how to cope with microaggressions and blatant racism. Brown perfectly and succinctly describes the corrosive weight of white supremacy embedded within American institutions, which African Americans and other people of color endure on a daily basis in schools, professional spaces, and places of worship. Brown''s experiences and lifelong exploration of racial understanding and reconciliation offer a modern take on the double consciousness first written about by W.E.B. DuBois. From her days in elementary school, often as the only person of color in the room, to speaking on the national stage, Brown''s lessons not only give allies the tools to do better but also provide advice for peers and up-and-comings on navigating hostile workplaces, lecture halls, and hearts and minds. This book is laced with gems that make it necessary reading for everyone, regardless of belief or identity. VERDICT Fans of Ta-Nehisi Coates''s Between the World and Me and Reni Eddo-Lodge''s Why I''m No Longer Talking to White People About Race will find this candid debut edifying and essential.—Christina Vortia, Hype Lit, Land O''Lakes, FL

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“Powerful . . . Brown calls on readers to live their professed ideals rather than simply state them.” Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Takes readers on a journey through the racial divide in a way we''ve truly never seen before. Powerful, haunting, and absolutely impossible to put down, [Brown''s] account of what it''s like to grow up black, middle-class, and female in modern America is  not to be missed.” PopSugar

“A deeply personal celebration of blackness that simultaneously sheds new light on racial injustice and inequality while offering hope for a better future.” Shondaland

“Moves the race conversation forward . . . Brown offers a powerful perspective on race with her first-hand account.” —WNYC

“I read Austin Channing Brown’s incredible book in one sitting. This is one that every black woman needs to read to be validated and every white person needs to read to receive some perspective . . . Brown has concisely articulated the burdens, questions, and frustrations that I find myself experiencing daily as a black woman.” Sojourners

“What a stunning debut from a seasoned racial justice leader. Austin does double duty by fiercely affirming blackness while simultaneously unveiling and demystifying the subtle effects of white supremacy among Christians. I trust Austin, I listen to Austin and I learn from Austin. I hope you will too.” —Christena Cleveland, professor at Duke University and author of Disunity in Christ
 
“Austin Channing Brown introduces herself as a master memoirist, delivering a manifesto on racism in America that will live on shelves besides Ta-Nehisi Coates and Michelle Alexander. This book will break open hearts and minds. It’s an example of how one woman can change the world by telling the truth about her life with unflinching, relentless courage.” —Glennon Doyle, bestselling author of Love Warrior and Carry On, Warrior, and president of Together Rising 
 
“I have laughed, I have held back tears, I have reflected with joy, hope, and hurt while reading. Austin captures perfectly the sentiment of many black people in America. She’s not only telling her story, she’s telling our story. Austin is a gift to the body and the culture.” —Lecrae, Grammy award-winning artist and bestselling author of Unashamed
 
“Austin is one of my most important teachers. I’m Still Here is devastating, beautiful, and haunting and it leaves no room for a tepid reaction. Her crystal clear voice will move you, push you, and break your heart. Prophetic and tender, I plan to put this book in every pair of hands I know and join her in the dismantling of white supremacy. She’s still here and I’m with her.” —Jen Hatmaker, New York Times bestselling author of Of Mess and Moxie and For the Love

“The movement toward diversity and forgiveness, [Brown] points out, too often involves white people seeking credit for recognizing the crimes of the past even as they do nothing to fix things today, and black people being required to provide endless absolution and information while calmly enduring dignity-eroding and rage-inducing injustices.” Library Journal (starred review)

“Brown passionately rejects facile reliance on ‘hope,’ stating that ‘in order for me to stay in this work, hope must die’ and ‘the death of hope gives way to a sadness that heals, to anger that inspires, to a wisdom that empowers me.’ An eloquent argument for meaningful reconciliation focused on racial injustice rather than white feelings.” Booklist

About the Author

Austin Channing Brown is a speaker, writer, and media producer providing inspired leadership on racial justice in America. She is the author of  I’m Still Here: Black Dignity in a World Made for Whiteness and the executive producer of the web series The Next Question. Her writing and work have been featured by outlets such as On Being, Chicago Tribune, Christianity Today, Sojourners, Shondaland, and WNYC.

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White People Are Exhausting

White people can be exhausting. Particularly exhausting are white people who don’t know they are white, and those who need to be white. But of all the white people I’ve met—and I’ve met a lot of them in more than three decades of living, studying, and working in places where I’m often the only Black woman in sight—the first I found exhausting were those who expected me to be white.

To be fair, my parents did set them up for failure. In this society where we believe a name tells us everything we need to know about someone’s race, gender, income, and personality, my parents decided to outwit everyone by giving their daughter a white man’s name. When I was growing up, they explained that my grandmother’s maiden name was Austin, and since her only brother didn’t have children, they wanted to make me the last Austin of our family line.

Sounds beautiful, right? Well, it is. It just happens to be half the story.

How did I discover the other half? Through my exhaustion with a white person. We were in my favorite place—our local library, built in a square with an outdoor garden at the center. At seven years old, with books piled high in my arms, I often had to be reminded how many I had already checked out when it came time for our next visit. I am certain my family singlehandedly kept our library funded. We checked out so many books at a time, we would find them under the car seat, between the cushions of our couch, or hiding under the mail on the table.

On this sunny Saturday afternoon, as I stepped up to the front desk to check out my books, I remember the librarian taking my library card and scanning the back as usual. I braced myself, expecting her to announce the fine I owed for the week.

Instead, she raised one eyebrow as the other furrowed and asked, “Is this your card?”

Wondering for a split second if I’d mixed up my card with my mother’s, I nodded my head yes, but hesitantly. “Are you sure?” she said. “This card says Austin.”

I nodded more emphatically and smiled. “Yes, that’s my card.” Perhaps she was surprised a first-grader could rack up such a fine. But when I peered over the counter, I saw that she still hadn’t opened the book covers to stamp the day when I should bring them back (emphasis on should). I waited.

“Are you sure this is your card?” she asked again, this time drawing out sure and your as if they had more than one syllable. I tilted my head in exasperation, rolling my eyes toward the popcorn ceiling. Did she not see all the recent books on my account? Surely this woman didn’t think I didn’t know my own name.

Then it dawned on me. She wasn’t questioning my literacy. She was another in an already long line of people who couldn’t believe my name belonged to me. With a sigh too deep for my young years, I replied, “Yes, my name is Austin, and that is my library card.” She stammered something about my name being unusual as her eyebrows met. I didn’t respond. I just waited for her to hand my books back to me.

My check-outs in hand, I marched over to my mother, who was standing in the VHS section with my little brother. I demanded that she tell me why she named me Austin.

By then, I had gotten used to white people expecting me to be male. It happened every first day of school, at roll call. The boys and girls automatically gravitated to opposite sides of the room, and when my name was called, I had to do jumping jacks to get the teacher’s attention away from the “boys’ section.” So how did I know this wasn’t more of the same? The woman’s suspicion. Because, after I answered her question about my little library card, I still was not believed. I couldn’t have explained it at the time, but I knew this was about more than me not being a boy.

“Why did you give me this name?” I demanded, letting my books fall loudly on the table next to us. My mother, probably wondering how she’d managed to raise a little Judy Blume character of her own, started retelling the story of my grandmother and the Austin family. But I cut her off. “Momma, I know how you came up with my name, but why did you choose it?”

She walked me over to a set of scratchy green armchairs and started talking in a slow, soothing voice. “Austin, your father and I had a really hard time coming up with a name that we both liked. One of us thought to use your grandmother’s maiden name—her last name before she married your grandfather.” I already knew this part of the story. I swung my legs impatiently, waiting for her to tell me more.

“As we said it aloud, we loved it,” she continued. “We knew that anyone who saw it before meeting you would assume you are a white man. One day you will have to apply for jobs. We just wanted to make sure you could make it to the interview.”

My mother watched my face, waiting for a reaction. My brain scrolled through all the times a stranger had said my name but wasn’t talking to me. In every instance, the intended target had been not only a boy but a white boy. I didn’t quite understand my mother’s point about job applications—to that point, the only application I had filled out was probably for the library card in my hand. But one thing became clear. People’s reaction to my name wasn’t just about my gender. It was also about my brown skin. My legs stilled. That’s why the librarian hadn’t believed me. She didn’t know a name like Austin could be stretched wide enough to cloak a little Black girl.

As I grew older, my parents’ plan worked—almost too well. To this day, I receive emails addressed to “Mr. Austin Brown” and voice mails asking if Mr. Brown can please return their call. When I am being introduced to new people, there is often an attempt to feminize my name (“You mean Autumn?”) or to assign my name to my husband. And though I usually note that I am a Black woman in my cover letters, I nonetheless surprise hiring committees when I show up to the interview in all my melanin glory.

Heading into the meeting, I’m dressed up and nervous. Typically I have made it beyond the essay-writing stage, the personality test, or the phone interview with HR. This in-person group interview is usually the final step. I sit in the lobby waiting for someone to collect me. An assistant comes around the corner and looks at me, wondering if I could possibly be the next candidate. A little tentative in case a grave mistake has been made, he asks, “Are you Austin?”

I reply with an enthusiastic yes, pretending I didn’t notice the look of panic that they’d accidentally invited a Black girl to the interview. The tension eases for him as it grips the muscle under my right shoulder blade. I silently take a couple deep breaths as I follow him to the conference room. “Everyone, this is Austin . . .”

Every pair of eyes looks at me in surprise. They look at the person next to them. They blink. Then they look down at my résumé. Every. Single. Time. The person who walked me into the room is still talking, but no one is listening. They are all combing my resume looking for clues. Should they have known? Am I now more impressive or less impressive? What does this mean for the position? For the partners? For the team? They weren’t prepared for this. They were expecting a white man.

It would be comical if it wasn’t so damn disappointing.

Thanks to the progressive circles I usually travel in, most people want to be excited by the “mistake” and ignore all the thoughts, the questions, the change that happened when my body stood before them. But that moment cannot be ignored. The thoughts and questions may dissipate from the interview but never from the mind, the heart. For this becomes the unspoken question for my entire time with an organization: Are we sure she will be a good fit? Or, said another way, Since we didn’t vet her knowing she is a Black woman, are we sure she’ll fit in with our [white] culture? Or should we have hired the white person who came next?

I cannot speak for every Black woman navigating white culture, but this is how being hired usually unfolds for me:

First, I am given a promise, usually from a supervisor, co-worker, or member of the hiring committee, that she is a safe person for me to talk to if anything racist happens. To make the promise of safety feel genuine, she admits that the organization isn’t perfect and assures me that I can share if there is ever an inappropriate comment, a wrong word. That way, the problem can be addressed. Second, I am given a brief account of the organization’s imperfections, a series of stories involving elusive people who no longer belong to the organization. The stories usually concern examples of “missteps”—the time a white person “misspoke” in a board meeting or when a racist email was intercepted by leadership—but they end on a note of hope, expressing how the organization reacted. We invited [insert name of famous Black person] to speak at our annual lunch. We launched an eight-week discussion group on [book by Black author].

But within my first few weeks of working there, the organization’s stereotypes, biases, or prejudices begin to emerge. Comments about my hair. Accolades for being “surprisingly articulate” or “particularly entertaining.” Requests to “be more Black” in my speech. Questions about single moms, the hood, “black-on-black crime,” and other hot topics I am supposed to know all about because I’m Black.

So I bring up the incidents with my safe person—the one who said she wants to know about these encounters—but the response is some version of “Perhaps you misunderstood” or “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that.” Oftentimes the responsibility to extend compassion falls on me. “You really ought to go back to talk to him. Perhaps if you were more patient, you could see his heart.” So I move on. Rather than dwell on individuals, I speak about the system. About white boardrooms and white leadership teams. About white culture and the organization’s habit of hiring people who perpetuate that culture rather than diversify it. But the white consensus doesn’t want me to point out these things. I was only supposed to name the “bad apples,” so now whiteness has a few names for me. Divisive. Negative. Toxic.

I feel disappointed. I had hoped that this organization, this group of people, might be different from the last one—that they would understand what it means to embody an organization’s diversity in more than numbers. But instead of giving up, I take a step back. I return to pointing out the “bad apples,” hoping that my doing so will lead others to see the systemic. I talk about the woman who touched my hair without permission, and the man who called me “colored” in the hallway. I talk about how when I walk into our church, people still ask me if I am looking for the food pantry. How they greet me as a newcomer every Sunday, even though I have not changed my seat in two years.

I am not interested in getting anyone in trouble; I am trying to clarify what it’s like to exist in a Black body in an organization that doesn’t understand it is not only Christian but also white. But instead of offering empathy and action, whiteness finds new names for me and offers ominous advice. I am too sensitive, and should be careful with what I report. I am too angry, and should watch my tone when I talk about my experiences. I am too inflexible, and should learn to offer more grace to people who are really trying.

It’s exhausting.

White people who expect me to be white have not yet realized that their cultural way of being is not in fact the result of goodness, rightness, or God’s blessing. Pushing back, resisting the lie, is hella work.

It’s work to be the only person of color in an organization, bearing the weight of all your white co-workers’ questions about Blackness.

It’s work to always be hypervisible because of your skin—easily identified as being present or absent—but for your needs to be completely invisible to those around you.

It’s work to do the emotional labor of pointing out problematic racist thinking, policies, actions, and statements while desperately trying to avoid bitterness and cynicism.

It’s work to stay open to an organization to learn new skills without drinking in the cultural expectations of body size, personality, interests, and talents most valued according to whiteness.

Quite frankly, the work isn’t just tedious. It can be dangerous for Black women to attempt to carve out space for themselves—their perspective, their gifts, their skills, their education, their experiences—in places that haven’t examined the prevailing assumption of white culture. The danger of letting whiteness walk off with our joy, our peace, our sense of dignity and self-love, is ever present. But it doesn’t have to be this way. Togetherness across racial lines doesn’t have to mean the uplifting of whiteness and harming of Blackness. And even though the Church I love has been the oppressor as often as it has been the champion of the oppressed, I can’t let go of my belief in Church—in a universal body of belonging, in a community that reaches toward love in a world so often filled with hate. I continue to be drawn toward the collective participation of seeking good, even when that means critiquing the institution I love for its commitment to whiteness.

This book is my story about growing up in a Black girl’s body. There is nothing profound about where my story takes place. I didn’t grow up in another country, in the Deep South or the hood. I grew up around white people in a family-friendly middle-class neighborhood. There was neither devastating poverty nor incredible wealth, and the demographics of my neighborhood and schools often mimicked America as a whole—mostly white, but never exclusively so.

I also grew up in the late eighties and early nineties, the height of America’s supposed commitment to racial color blindness. At my Christian elementary school, we sang, “Jesus loves the little children . . . red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in his sight.” In alignment with this song, white people often professed, “I don’t even see color,” reassuring me that I would be safe from racism with them. And yet, I learned pretty early in life that while Jesus may be cool with racial diversity, America is not. The ideology that whiteness is supreme, better, best, permeates the air we breathe—in our schools, in our offices, and in our country’s common life. White supremacy is a tradition that must be named and a religion that must be renounced. When this work has not been done, those who live in whiteness become oppressive, whether intentional or not.

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CKS
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White people need to read this book
Reviewed in the United States on May 21, 2018
I am a white woman and I needed this book. Let me first start by saying everything the negative reviews say is true. This book makes white people uncomfortable because it makes us confront our own biases and ignorance. The difference between the negative reviews and the... See more
I am a white woman and I needed this book. Let me first start by saying everything the negative reviews say is true. This book makes white people uncomfortable because it makes us confront our own biases and ignorance. The difference between the negative reviews and the positive reviews is how you choose to read that information and what you choose to do with it. It was very unnerving that every time I felt a certain emotion bubble up, Austin Channing Brown told me a few sentences later that I was feeling it and why it''s not helpful. A few times throughout the book, I had to swallow my pride, wipe my petulant scowl off my face, and keep reading so I could grow. I highlighted all over this book and have already encouraged friends to read it, so we can have study sessions. It''s one of those books that you need to keep around, and keep going back to, talking about it with friends, and getting better in the process. If you read this book with an open mind, you can''t help but learn something valuable.
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Benjamin
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A book based entirley on assumptions and experience alone
Reviewed in the United States on September 2, 2019
First off, this book was a quick read; the chapters were short and flowed smoothly. As far as the content goes without going chapter by chapter, it can really all be summed up by saying this: "I''ve had many negative experiences with white people (racism, or some sort of... See more
First off, this book was a quick read; the chapters were short and flowed smoothly. As far as the content goes without going chapter by chapter, it can really all be summed up by saying this: "I''ve had many negative experiences with white people (racism, or some sort of prejudice) therefore most/all white are racist or prejudice". She talks about all the assumptions and bad/and or annoying things white people have done to her, yet then goes on to make assumptions about all white people, for example, she explains the origin of her name, a name that is not a typical female name and most white people think she is a white male. Obviously most people will think she''s a male with a name like Austin, but she seems to think only white people will make this assumption, which isn''t a crazy assumption. Austin also describes other experiences of not being able to relate to teachers when they give examples in class (such as referencing television shows, music, or hobbies), and while there is nothing wrong with being upset about that, she makes it seem as if it was personal, when in fact a white teacher will probably use an example from their personal lives or one that most of the children would understand, and since most of her classmates were white it makes sense.

One absurd part in the book talked about how Austin received an apology from a white woman who was a conference planner who felt bad for "making purposeful decisions that uplifted white women above women of color as presenters", while it was never stated what that exactly meant, Austin offers some suggestions about how she could avoid this in the future. One of these suggestions was to make "people of color the highest-paid presenters---a nod to their value, expertise, and the emotional labor of discussing race and justice". I almost fell out of my chair from laughing so hard. Seriously? Pay them more based on their race and supposedly "emotional labor"?? Right. What a joke.

The entire book is filled with assumptions and the victim hood mentality, and often times what seems like a strong dislike for all white people (although some of that is understandable) While I understand and have no problem with Austin writing about her experiences and how that made her feel, I do have a problem with assumptions and generalizations made from those experiences, no matter the race. There are far too many logical fallacies, assumptions, and just absurd statements to go over in a review, but this book is full of them.
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LGJ
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She''s angry
Reviewed in the United States on October 1, 2018
I started off with an open mind about this book and for about the first half of it - I realized there are things that White People do without realizing it and it was an eye opener. But as the book went on, all I sensed was anger and hostility towards white People. I am so... See more
I started off with an open mind about this book and for about the first half of it - I realized there are things that White People do without realizing it and it was an eye opener. But as the book went on, all I sensed was anger and hostility towards white People. I am so SICK of hearing the term white privilege. We have no choice into the families or race that we are born. She seems to be able to read minds and know how and what "white people" think and that''s pretty judgmental, especially for being the Christian she claims she is. She''s got a huge chip on her shoulder and is just as racist towards whites that she claims whites are towards blacks. This book is not a uniter but a divider. I only read about 3/4 and then I was finished because she had absolutely NOTHING good to say about white people. NOTHING.
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JR. Forasteros
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A Necessary Read for Anyone Engaged in Racial Justice
Reviewed in the United States on May 15, 2018
As a white man, I have little access to the experiences of people who have been systematically barred from places of power and privilege in our culture. Thank God for authors like Austin, who - with grace, courage, clarity and wit - invite me to see the world through their... See more
As a white man, I have little access to the experiences of people who have been systematically barred from places of power and privilege in our culture. Thank God for authors like Austin, who - with grace, courage, clarity and wit - invite me to see the world through their eyes. I''M STILL HERE is a powerful look at our world from the perspective of a person excluded by many of the structures and systems that benefit a person like me. This book is challenging, prophetic and beautiful. It''s a gift to our word that couldn''t have come at a better time.
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Mike McHargue
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The most import book of the year.
Reviewed in the United States on May 15, 2018
The impacts of white cultural norms on people of color are invisible to white people. That means in addition to overt racism and white supremacy, there’s also millions of well-meaning white Americans who unknowingly make life more difficult for people of color.... See more
The impacts of white cultural norms on people of color are invisible to white people. That means in addition to overt racism and white supremacy, there’s also millions of well-meaning white Americans who unknowingly make life more difficult for people of color.

This book helps change that. It offers white readers an understanding of what is so often invisible to us, and how our actions impact other people every day.

Of course, this book is even more powerful as a work of solidarity for women if color. It names and gives voice to their experices. And, it does so with phenomenal writing.

Don’t miss this book.
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Haley R
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Everyone needs to read this book
Reviewed in the United States on May 19, 2018
I read this book as a woman who grew up in Ohio, in a 49% white and 49% black town and even growing up in this bubble... I still recognize after reading this book that not only do ''we need to do more'' to show basic human decency and compassion, but individually each of us... See more
I read this book as a woman who grew up in Ohio, in a 49% white and 49% black town and even growing up in this bubble... I still recognize after reading this book that not only do ''we need to do more'' to show basic human decency and compassion, but individually each of us needs to confront our biases. As Austin eloquently puts, white people don''t get a pass for their racism just because they''ve confessed it to some black person they haven''t yet wronged. As after reading this book I don''t just want to give a review of her spot on commentary, and indeed I don''t think I can ever give a review of someone''s memoir because it''s their life, but I want to give a review of America. And I have to say I would giev this book all 50 stars on the US flag. And I give America zero stars, until black children no longer need to be taught that they need to keep their hands out of their pockets, until a black adult can sit outside on a porch without fear of being shot, until each individual person can understand the phrase: Black Lives Matter
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Baron Chicester
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Hardcover, but size of a paperback
Reviewed in the United States on October 22, 2018
This is expensive for such a small, short hardcover. There are paperback books twice the thickness and only slightly smaller. I am white and I have experienced nastiness and rudeness from white people that exceed her "injustices". Her method of coping is to categorize... See more
This is expensive for such a small, short hardcover. There are paperback books twice the thickness and only slightly smaller. I am white and I have experienced nastiness and rudeness from white people that exceed her "injustices". Her method of coping is to categorize all white people as racists. Is this not the behavior and definition of a racist? And, worst of all, there is nothing interesting within the "book" that you do not hear on cable TV 50 times a day. Very Boring!
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Victim hood 101
Reviewed in the United States on August 24, 2020
Most negative, racist and bigoted book I think I have ever read from any author regardless of race. If you want to live with a victim mentality and live a failed life, read this book over and over and take it to heart. If you want to live a victorious life, read some... See more
Most negative, racist and bigoted book I think I have ever read from any author regardless of race. If you want to live with a victim mentality and live a failed life, read this book over and over and take it to heart. If you want to live a victorious life,
read some books from some truly successful, thoughtful
authors who are rational and follow foundation principles for success that our country was founded on such as the importance of individual liberty, personal responsibility and self-regulation. Respected authors of all races who who fit the this mold are Thomas Sowell, Walter Williams, Alan Keyes, Larry Elder, Herman Cain, Ben Carson, Tony Dungy, Milton Friedman, David Goggins, Jocko Willink, James Stockdale, Dan Crenshaw, Stephen Covey, Dale Carnegie, Napoleon Hill, Norman Vincent Peale, Anthony Robbins, Candace Owens, Brandon Tatum to name just a few. There are basic principles of the body, mind and spirit that you can follow to achieve success...find them, follow them, make small positive, good choices toward them everyday and you will succeed. Follow the victim mentality, make small negative, poor choices everyday and you will not!
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WV
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An accessible and very necessary read
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 26, 2019
Austin Channing Brown does a brilliant job of explaining the history and persistence of structural racism and the impact on black people in the present day through the lens of her own experience. The book is personal and persuasive, but very much grounded in the wider...See more
Austin Channing Brown does a brilliant job of explaining the history and persistence of structural racism and the impact on black people in the present day through the lens of her own experience. The book is personal and persuasive, but very much grounded in the wider context of life in the US (still relevant for British readers!). I felt like I read it quickly but the book encapsulated a lot of issues, and I''d recommend it for anyone wanting to know what others'' experience every day and may not talk about. Her own journey, as described through the book, brings to life her own growing understanding of race and identity, and how her thoughts have evolved in a way other readers should relate to.
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julie paice
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Interesting discussion of racism from personal view of ACB
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 19, 2020
I found Austin’s description of racism interesting, I tried to listen with open ears and found her experiences moving and definitely a prompt for reflection on my own behaviour. I didn’t agree with everything she says, I find it difficult to have an open discussion about...See more
I found Austin’s description of racism interesting, I tried to listen with open ears and found her experiences moving and definitely a prompt for reflection on my own behaviour. I didn’t agree with everything she says, I find it difficult to have an open discussion about racism, to listen to objections about the stereotyping of black people whilst reading broad stroke statements about ‘whiteness’. It left me a little confused, but perhaps that’s down to my own lack of understanding. I would still recommend this book for anyone trying to develop and understanding of what racism really looks like and how relentless it is.
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Mr. M. K. Opoku-forfieh
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A Poignant Honest Congruent Journey
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 27, 2020
After reading Akala''s Natives I wanted to once again read an honest account of an American''s understanding of their countrys experience of race and it''s struggles coming to terms with a difficult past. I was not disappointed. Austin writes with the skill of a poet. Landing...See more
After reading Akala''s Natives I wanted to once again read an honest account of an American''s understanding of their countrys experience of race and it''s struggles coming to terms with a difficult past. I was not disappointed. Austin writes with the skill of a poet. Landing words delicately but packing a punch. I''m still here is an honest reflection of the journey still left to be trod.
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Awen Clement
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Powerful and important
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on June 9, 2020
Reading this book has allowed me to begin (and it is only a beginning) to understand the truth of white supremacy and racism in the world today and to begin to understand how it might be possible to work toward change.
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Sylvia Davis
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Read this book.
Reviewed in Canada on December 9, 2018
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a whole book in a day. I just could not put this down. As a Canadian First Nations woman who grew up in an evangelical church and home, my experiences are not quite the same, but there are so many parallels. So many times as I read this...See more
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a whole book in a day. I just could not put this down. As a Canadian First Nations woman who grew up in an evangelical church and home, my experiences are not quite the same, but there are so many parallels. So many times as I read this I found myself nodding and saying, “me too.” Read this book.
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