OK this one is weird. What right does a white guy have to write about the plight of a black person?
Well… it goes a little deeper than that. Like, shaving your head, taking pigmentation pills, tanning sessions and following up with skin dye. In the 50s and 60s. In the deep south. This man left behind his comfort to really try to understand what was going on in his two-world country. He had more guts than anyone else I know, willfully stepping into a world of persecution.
Maybe not the greatest literature per se… but it’s a great read for any white person who thinks that they “understand”. A pretty good shakeup, humbling. And hard to describe.