Boy's Life

This is literally one of the best books I've ever read. I had forgotten almost all of it, but now I am reminded of just how amazing it is.

It also has one of the best commentaries ever on the subject of slavery, racism, etc. Delivered by a black woman over 100 years old in the 60s.

“You want the people of Bruton to remember their ancestors were slaves?” Mom asked.

“Yes, I do. I want 'em to remember it not to feel pity for themselves, or to feel put-upon and deservin' of what they don't have, but to say to themselves, ‘Look where I have come from, and look what I have become.' ”

The Lady turned to face us. “Ain't no way out but up,” she said. “Readin'. Writin'. Thinkin'. Those are the rungs on the ladder that lead up and out. Not whinin' and takin' and bein' a mind-chained slave. That's the used-to-be world. It ought to be a new world now.” She moved around the room, and stopped at a picture of a fiery cross. “I want my people,” she said quietly, “to cherish where they've come from. Not sweep it under a rug. Not to dwell on it either, because that's nothin' but givin' up the future. But to say, ‘My great-granddaddy pulled a plow by the strength of his back. He worked from sunup to sundown, heat and cold. Worked for no wages but a master's food and a roof over his head. Worked hard, and was sometimes whipped hard. Sweated blood and kept goin', when he wanted to drop. Took the brand and answered Yes, massa, when his heart was breakin' and his pride was belly-down. Did all this when he knew his wife and children might go up on the auction block and be torn away from him in the blink of an eye. Sang in the fields, and wept at night. He did all this and more, and by God ... by God, because he suffered this I can at least finish school.' ” She lifted her chin in defiance of the flames. “That's what I want 'em to think, and to say. This is my dream.”