Ta-Nehisi Coates pulls aside the veneer of US freedom and democracy and shows that it was built upon and indeed still exists upon the bodies of its spectrum of black citizens as manipulated by those who believe themselves white. It is a powerfully honest telling of his life as told in a letter to his son. Could we all be so truthful about our colonial societies and about ourselves. His writing puts me in mind of that of Studs Terkel, Howard Zinn, James Baldwin, Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz et al.
A smooth flowing account written with a deep insight that is inspiring. Reminds me of Anton Chekhov's letter to his brother Nikolai and Joseph Nana's account to his son Hans in the historical saga Disciples of Fortune. Accounts like these that jolt us out of our comfort zones as unquestioning consumers of narratives that do not lead us to the truth, to thinkers, analysts of the world we live in and seekers of the truth aimed at finding harmony; enrich our lives and help us to become better human beings in a world where truth often gets twisted.