Publisher's Synopsis
I wanted to write the book, White Skin Black Blood ever since I had my very first experience of being mistaken for a white man when I started working in the advertising industry in New York. Paradoxically it reminded me that I was never accepted as a Black man in the Black Country where I was born and grew up. But the motivation to release my story in a pretentious book during the time I was experiencing it, would have created tremendous conflicts among some white executives I worked with and inflict unfair judgment on white colleagues that were sincerely anti-racists, whom I became good friends with.
I had given up on the desire to reveal my utmost sentiments on the issue of white supremacists and the inequality Blacks were subjected to in fear that it would polarize adversaries that would emanate from the adamant choice I would have made to advocate for civil right activists. My epiphany couldn't be made public either for the simple reason that I didn't have a clear path on how to go about it.
The existence of BLM and its impact on social media made me realize that as a victim of systematic racism, despite my appearance to some, I should tell my story to the world. If there is one tangible outcome from slavery that has marked us incontestably, is the reckoning that lives inside us. We should all voice our race with great pride and persistence so that our children are treated equally and can, without hesitation, reveal their roots even if their different color skin hides it.
