I am not remotely in a position to comment on this. This is a memoir by Ta-Nehisi Coates, called The Beautiful Struggle. It talks a lot about the Black Panther Party and the evolution of Consciousness in the 80s.
It is amazing and wise and real.
On Goodreads there are reviews by people who know what they’re talking about. Please read them to understand how brilliant this is. I’ll just leave you with this:
Nowadays, I cut on the tube and see the dumbfounded looks, when over some minor violation of name and respect, a black boy is found leaking on the street. The anchors shake their heads. The activists give their stupid speeches, praising mythical days when all disputes were handled down at Ray’s Gym. Politicians step up to the mic, claim the young have gone mad, their brains infected, and turned superpredator. Fuck you all who’ve spoken so foolishly, who’ve opened your mouths like we don’t know what this is. We have read the books you own, the scorecards you keep – done the math and emerged prophetic. We know how we will die – with cousins in double murder suicides, in wars that are mere theory to you, convalescing in hospitals, slowly choked out by angina and cholesterol. We are the walking lowest rung, and all that stands between us and beast, between us and the local zoo, is respect, the respect you take as natural as sugar and shit. We know what we are, that we walk like we are not long for this world, that this world has never longed for us (177).