Publication Date: Nov 12, 2019
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An African-American writer’s concise, heartfelt take on the state of his nation, exploring the war between the values he has always held and the reality with which he is confronted in twenty-first-century America.
In the tradition of James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time and Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me comes Clifford Thompson’s What It Is. Thompson was raised to believe in treating every person of every color as an individual, and he decided as a young man that America, despite its history of racial oppression, was his home as much as anyone else’s. As a middle-aged, happily married father of biracial children, Thompson finds himself questioning his most deeply held convictions when the race-baiting Donald Trump ascends to the presidency–elected by whites, whom Thompson had refused to judge as a group, and who make up the majority in this country Thompson had called his own.
In the grip of contradictory emotions, Thompson turns for guidance to the wisdom of writers he admires while knowing that the answers to his questions about America ultimately lie in America itself. Through interviews with a small but varied group of Americans he hears sharply divergent opinions about what is happening in the country while trying to find his own answers–conclusions based not on conventional wisdom or on what he would like to believe, but on what he sees.
Excerpt from What It Is
As I entered my twenties, I felt my sense of rootedness—which I had taken for granted, as one takes for granted the ground beneath one’s feet—to be giving way. I no longer lived exclusively or even primarily among blacks, so that source of rootedness was no more. Similarly, I no longer had the comfort of religion. My beliefs in “the possibility of everything” and in the rightness of treating everyone as an individual—the latter reinforced by Baldwin’s writing—still made sense to me, but after a time they began to seem pretty thin soil in which to root oneself. My white friends, God bless them, never questioned the way I lived, which could not be said for some of the blacks I knew; these white friends simply let me be myself—and yet, as I laughed and joked in their presence, sitting next to them amid the din of bars or drinking beer from the bottle while standing among clusters of them at one of those countless, dimly remembered parties from my twenties, sometimes a voice whispered, somehow very audibly in those loud gatherings, that I was alone.
Then came my discovery of Albert Murray’s work, with its emphasis on the integral place of blacks in America, a legacy of grit, resourcefulness, accomplishment, and improvisation, all symbolized by that signature cultural contribution, jazz, my beloved jazz—and all at once, I felt rootless no more. I felt an invisible barrier between me and others, one I had only dimly perceived, melt away; and I relaxed in a way I never had as an adult.
Praise for Clifford Thompson:
“Clifford Thompson is simply one of the wisest, warmest, and most trustworthy essayists writing today.” —Charles Johnson, National Book Award winner and author of Middle Passage and Being and Race
“[Thompson’s] prose style is consistently thoughtful, surprising and unobtrusively elegant, and the voice navigates with remarkable smoothness between personal experience and critical analysis…he vaults to the front ranks of essayists of his generation.” —Phillip Lopate