Brotherman: The Odyssey of Black Men in America
Herb Boyd, Robert L. Allen
One World, 1996 - Literary Collections - 922 pages
"[AN] OUTSTANDING COLLECTION...
The powerful opening excerpt by Frederick Douglass evokes his boyhood as a slave, and the collection closes with an eloquent discussion of the race problem today by Cornel West. A distinguished addition to black studies".
--Publishers Weekly (starred review)
The purpose of this extraordinary anthology is made abundantly clear by the editors' stated intention: "to create a living mosaic of essays and stories in which Black men can view themselves, and be viewed without distortion". In this, they have succeeded brilliantly. Brotherman contains more than one hundred and fifty selections, some never before published--from slave narratives, memoirs, social histories, novels, poems, short stories, biographies, autobiographies, position papers, and essays.
Brotherman books us passage to the world that Black men experience as adolescents, lovers, husbands, fathers, workers, warriors, and elders. On this journey they encounter pain, confusion, anger, and love while confronting the life-threatening issues of race, sex, and politics--often as strangers in a strange land. The first collection of its kind, Brotherman gathers together a multitude of voices that add a new, unforgettable chapter to American cultural identity.
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Yes and they took those drums away . . . Away, Amen! Away! And they took away
our heathen dances . . . . . . They left us drumless and they left us danceless . . .
Ah yes, they burnt up our talking drums and our dancing drums . . . . . . Drums . . . .
. . And they scattered the ashes . . . . . . Ah, Aaaaaah! Eyeless, tongueless,
drumless, danceless, ashes . . . And a worst devastation was yet to come, Lord
God! Tell us, Rev. Hickman. Blow on your righteous horn! Ah, but Rev. Bliss, in
those days ...
"Sorry it took so long. We'd better get to sleep. I'll go up first." She kissed me good
night and crept away and up. Still, I went to bed more happy than confused.
Yesterday we spent the Whole day walking around New Haven. I took her to the
British Art Collection and we made fun of the ugly old paintings of pasty women
with rosy cheeks fondling bowls of fruit. (Jenny just called from the Hartford bus
terminal. She took a Trailways back up to Springfield, Mass. She said, "Thanks,
It took a while but finally I saw a few people nod their heads — nod as if to say, "
Yeah, I hear you." These few nods proved contagious, or so it seemed, for more
and more people began nodding their heads. In no time at all everyone in the
club was doing so. A few even yelled out things like "Yeah, break it down" and "
That's it, you got it." It was only then that I let go of my "scratchical" fixation, only
then that I dared play anything but C, dared acknowledge not-C. I now played a
few other ...
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The editors' attempt to gather essays, poems, and segments of larger works as well as short stories covering every aspect of the black man in America--past, present, and future--explains this book's ... Read full review