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The Color of Water...

The Color of Water is a novel written by James McBride about his life and times growing up with a white mother and a black father. When I first got this book at orientation on July 19, 2004 I knew right away that I didn't really want to read it. I had the mentality that summer reading was quote "so high school." So I didn't actually even read the book until this semester. I think part of the reason behind my not reading it until recently is that I am in so many literature classes that it is really hard to be motivated to do any outside readings or what I like to call "pleasure readings." One thing that I worried about before reading this book was that the author might have a biased view towards the black race rather than the white (or vise versa). It would seem like a logical thing if he did. I mean we favor what we feel most familiar with and therefore we would favor the race that we felt most closely related toward.

One thing in the book that I found to be kind of interesting (and weird/stereotypical at the same time) was that James McBride's father had an entirely different family that he would go stay with on ocassion. I wasn't sure exactly why that was...I mean it kind of lends itself to the stereotype that African Americans are prone to have many different families and children with various individuals. Don't misinterpret me on this one. I don't necesarily think this, but it is confusing that McBride seems to condone such behaviour because that is what he grew up with. Another thing that was interesting about the book was that McBride's mother was not only white, but Jewish as well. She was facing many types prejudice from whites, blacks, and jews. McBride watched his mother overcome adversity and this helped him become a stronger individual that suprisingly did not hold any animosity towards his white or black heritages.

In EL: 150 we talked a lot about being comfortable with the issue of race, talking about it and writing about it as well. I can see where it is hard for people to express how they feel when it comes to topics that involve race. We as a society tend to not want to leave a comfort zone that we have created for ourselves and this topic takes us to a foreign place. If we aren't talking about our own race it just feels odd sometimes and your comments about another race seem to be discredited because "you don't really know" how they live.

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