Volume 1 Assuming the Position
I could never understand why Ma wasn't angry with white people. She didn't look up to or bow down to them. They never bent her out of shape. They were white and that was that. I felt like I needed to be mad for her, pissed off on her behalf, her offspring full of smoldering resentment, bent on revenge in racially segregated Charlotte, NC.
Volume 2 Land of the White People
I was a hopeful raisin in a Wisconsin pot of rice. Eventually, it drove me mad.
Volume 3 One Thousand Southern White Men
Toe-to-toe and eye-to-eye, in suffocating heat, surrounded by people who called themselves Florida "crackers," I learned how to become a Master of the Universe alongside--actually, often way ahead of--them.
Volume 4 Stomping on Thin Ice
Boston was brutally cold, viciously rude, and violently racist. "Forced busing" was just its latest excuse.
Volume 5 Playing Chess with Monkeys
In Chicago, Atlanta, Dallas, Boston, New Orleans, Charlotte, Tallahassee and everywhere else across the US, white supremacy still bitterly divides...until it just flat out kills.
We don't have to let it stay that way.
Volume 6 Blood Work
I grew up a poor girl among bourgeois black folks, most of whom I couldn't stand. Learning to put up with them is why I can be friends with white folks.