Raw, captivating, and undeniably real, Nic Stone joins industry giants Jason Reynolds and Walter Dean Myers as she boldly tackles American race relations in this stunning debut.
Justyce McAllister is top of his class and set for the Ivy League—but none of that matters to the police officer who just put him in handcuffs. And despite leaving his rough neighborhood behind, he can’t escape the scorn of his former peers or the ridicule of his new classmates.
Justyce looks to the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for answers. But do they hold up anymore? He starts a journal to Dr. King to find out.
Then comes the day Justyce goes driving with his best friend, Manny, windows rolled down, music turned up—way up, sparking the fury of a white off-duty cop beside them. Words fly. Shots are fired. Justyce and Manny are caught in the crosshairs. In the media fallout, it’s Justyce who is under attack.
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Okay I checked this book out at my local library using the OverDrive app. This was the first time I ever read a book the day it came out. I was excited for this one. I enjoyed Dear Martin. Justyce, Manny, Jared and the “Bros” had a lot of lessons to deal with. Now this story was intense but it was a easy and quick, maybe a little too quick, read. Near the end it did seem a little rushed but over all very good with a great message. There should be more authors willing to take current events and create a work of art that gets people thinking and talking. Sometimes seeing a problem or argument from a different point of view is needed. This book touched on so many everyday thoughts and actions of the average African American youth.
I recommend this book. I feel like it would make a great gift for the teenagers in my life. It should also be in every high school library and possibly even a recommended read for students. There are a few expletives in the book but it only brings reality to the story.
4 out of 5 stars.
I remember the day I found out being black was negative in some people’s eyes. I was in the first grade. We had a white family down the street that my brother and I played with regularly. One girl my age and one boy a year younger than my brother. We played with them in their yard and we would invite them to come to our house. “We can play in your yard but my dad says we can’t go in your house.” the brother would say. We didn’t think much of it. I remember the girl telling me about a guitar she had and how she wanted me to see it but her dad said we could’t come in their house. We thought nothing of it. I remember they got a pool and my brother and I were so excited that we might be able to swim with them one day. We had never known anyone with a pool.
Well, a new family moved down the street on the other side of my house and this was another white family. Eventually my friend stopped talking to me and eventually she wouldn’t even wave hello. A large black family move right next door to them and my brother and I started playing with them. One day I was in their yard and I saw the little white girl of the new family leaving from inside my ex friends house in her swim clothes. That was the first time I truly started to question what was going on. My brother asked my ex- friend’s brother why we don’t play together anymore and he said “My dad said we can’t play with you anymore.”. I realized that we were good enough only until a white family came along. I was 6 years old. (this was the 90’s.)Ever since then I struggled with my thoughts in my interactions with children that weren’t black.
I never told my parents. I’m sure they wouldn’t have been surprised I mean my mother remembers the whites only signs and the back of the bus rule. I on the other hand as a child thought people were people. I new we were all differrnt but I never thought some one dislike me for something I have no control over. I was taught to respect adults and look to the as how to act to have an adult dislike my brother and I without even knowing us messed me up. I have had many friends of many skin tones since. I have learned that you can’t judge everyone off of one person’s ignorance.
I now have a 6 year old daughter and she is having the opposite issue. She goes to an evenly diverse school and she made friends with two little black girls who stopped talking to her and now she has two little white friends that she talks about all the time. She is head of her class reading on a 4th grade level. I talk to her all the time about this world and how people will expect less from you because you are brown or because you are a girl but you can’t let them stop you. You can’t let their ignorance affect you life.
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