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Not a Genuine Black Man: Or, How I Claimed My Piece of Ground in the Lily-White Suburbs Hardcover - 2006
by Brian Copeland
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- Title Not a Genuine Black Man: Or, How I Claimed My Piece of Ground in the Lily-White Suburbs
- Author Brian Copeland
- Binding Hardcover
- Edition 1
- Condition Used:Good
- Pages 272
- Volumes 1
- Language ENG
- Publisher Hyperion, New York
- Date 2006-07-11
- Bookseller's Inventory # DADAX1401302335
- ISBN 9781401302337 / 1401302335
- Weight 1.11 lbs (0.50 kg)
- Dimensions 9.5 x 6.5 x 0.88 in (24.13 x 16.51 x 2.24 cm)
- Ages 18 to UP years
- Grade levels 13 - UP
- Library of Congress subjects Comedians - United States, African American comedians
- Library of Congress Catalog Number 2006041241
- Dewey Decimal Code B
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Summary
"As an African American, I am disgusted every time I hear your voice because YOU are not a genuine Black man!" –AnonymousBrian Copeland was a successful stand-up comedian, radio talk show host and local news commentator in Northern California when he received the above letter—a letter that would change the course of his career. In his mid-thirties at the time, happily married with kids, Copeland seemed to be living the American Dream. But underneath the perfect exterior was a painful history of survival. In 1972, when Brian was eight years old, his mother moved their family to the last place on the earth black families were voluntarily going: the 99.9%-white-and-we-like-it-that-way San Francisco suburb of San Leandro. It was an attempt to give her children a better life, away from their abusive father. But it was also a risky move, as the city had been named one of the most racist suburbs in America just the year before. And no sooner had they arrived than it became clear that the town would live up to its reputation. The day they arrived, Brian got his first look at the inside of a cop car; he’d made the mistake of being a black kid walking to the park carrying a baseball bat. Nothing was easy in San Leandro—not getting a haircut for the first day of school ("we don’t cut that kind of hair"), not buying his little sister a Christmas present (his second brush with the law, this time for alleged shoplifting), not even staying in their apartment (the landlord attempted to evict them almost the moment they arrived). It was a childhood Brian spent all of his adulthood attempting to forget, until one letter opened the floodgates. The result was a comedy routine that became a one-man show, and has now become an arresting, often funny, ultimately moving memoir of how our surroundings make us who we are.