Black Like Me

My old battered, but much loved copy.

It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra.

The shop itself was almost hidden in a small dingy mall. The windows were grimy; a fag hung from the mouth of the shop assistant as she sat on a stool behind the counter.

Her eyes were dull, and her bored glance quickly left my face as she seemed to classify me as unworthy of any effort.

Against the wall was a table. It held the cheaper throwaways. The books no-one wants. Not even the shop. Those sorts of tables were one of my favourite places.

It lay under a stack of other books, all much thicker. As I uncovered it, I felt a sharp inhale of breath open up my chest. The cover was – startling.

A man’s face – half white, half black, slashed like a torn page – stared out at me.

This thin paperback changed me irrevocably.

I read it that night. It was late when I finished.

Dad was asleep and snoring.

It seemed the whole world was sleeping.

More than just literally.

John Howard Griffen was a white, middle-aged writer who lived in Texas. He was an unusual white man for his time, because he was committed to racial equality.

Trying to understand the world the American Negro lives in he decides to become just that.

He takes medication, goes under a sun lamp, and gradually his skin tone changes to that of a Negro. He then heads for the South, busing and hitchhiking through Alabama and Mississippi.

With each page I was taken further into the world of racial prejudice. Where searching for a ‘coloured’ restroom can become an important and urgent predicament.

He experiences the ‘hate stare’ that comes for no reason from white Americans toward Negros. He is refused service simply because he is now coloured man.

Everywhere he travels the word ‘nigger’ is thrown at him.

For a time he allows his skin colour to lighten and visits places both as a Negro, and as a white man.

It is during this time that he notices how when he is white he is treated generously by other whites and with suspicion by Negros.

As a black man, he experiences contempt from the white population, and overwhelming generosity from the Negros.

Eventually he returns home.

As the story of his experiment spreads he becomes the target of racial hatred. An effigy of him is burned in his hometown, and he moves his family away.

Black Like Me was a horror story to this fourteen year old girl from Sydney, Australia. Yes – we too had racism. The Aboriginals did not have it much better during that time in Australia.

But I had grown into my teenage years protected and cosseted from this ugly side of human nature.

I thought that all peoples were afforded the same opportunities. This book taught me that life was black and white at times.

I had never thought that black/yellow/red skinned people were lesser than I was. I had also assumed that everyone thought that way.

Ignorant – yes.

Naïve – yes.

Black Like Me had another effect.

It taught me to hope.

For every white clad, pointy hat wearing racist, there were also good people from all sides who wanted change.

I love to read.

Anything.

A lot.

But this thin paperback is the book that has had the most influence on my character.

It is also still in my bookcase.

It should be in yours.

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18 thoughts on “Black Like Me”

  1. What a GREAT post! I LOVE hearing about what moves you, to journey with you as you feel and learn and grow…and to go back to when you were 14…wow! WOW! Thank you! I will carry this around with me for a long time, dear Jo.

  2. Lovely piece Jo, I have a handful of books that shaped me as a young person, and it still goes on. Due to limited time these days, I limit myself to reading biographies. I find them moving, educational, and they expand my heart.
    Looking forward to reading yours!

  3. I read this book in a class in high school. I found it fascinating. And, yes, life changing. Thanks for bringing it back to light. I’m glad to see that it will get a new release and new life. The lessons can still be learned from his experiment. Some things have improved, but we still have a ways to go. A recent novel, The Help, is also a great read. The setting is Mississippi in the 1960s.

    1. I will look the Help up and read it. I was also glad to see it coming back. It is a book that has never left me. It also helped that it was beautifully written – so many of these tyeps of books are not well written and are a struggle to read – whereas Black Like Me was easy to get lost in.

  4. This is a new book to me. Ill have to check it out. The film said he went first to a known lynching county, that is remarkably brave and dangerous. That shows his integrity.

    1. Yes Sara – do read it. it is beautifully written and so powerful. I recently found it and read it again – I was as pulled into the story as I was as a fourteen-year-old.

  5. I can recall hearing about this book and the controversy when I was a kid. I was very curious and long wanted to read it. I don’t think I ever did read it, but I eventually did see the movie that starred James Whitmore. I remember the sensationalist ads that came out when the film was released.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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