“Heart of Darkness” by Josef Conrad was a big one for me as a black teen. All my life, I’d seen racism as this dumb, useless thing people held onto along with other dumb, useless things. But after reading through the grove of death, I understood where racial prejudice had gained its inertia from; fear. Specifically, fear of the self. Racism was necessary to allow slave owners and abusers to rationalize their deeds. It let them sleep at night.
Theres also everything else that that book talks about; addressing the horror of ambition, and describing how obsession emerges from it. There are no “great men”. We all die the same. Killer read, recommend it to anyone and everyone.
“Heart of Darkness” by Josef Conrad was a big one for me as a black teen. All my life, I’d seen racism as this dumb, useless thing people held onto along with other dumb, useless things. But after reading through the grove of death, I understood where racial prejudice had gained its inertia from; fear. Specifically, fear of the self. Racism was necessary to allow slave owners and abusers to rationalize their deeds. It let them sleep at night.
Theres also everything else that that book talks about; addressing the horror of ambition, and describing how obsession emerges from it. There are no “great men”. We all die the same. Killer read, recommend it to anyone and everyone.