The second book I read on vacation was a social/political essay on the plight of children growing up in the projects in Chicago. Heart-wrenching/gruesome/grim are a few of the words that come to mind.
I am forever grateful for the situation I grew up in and continue to raise my children. The book follows the lives of 2 brothers for about 3 years. They are young enough to not be in a gang, but their lives are still impacted by the gangs. Both are trying to maintain their innocence of childhood in what should at best be described as a war zone.
While reading it you have a sense of complete helplessness, and a feeling of inevitability that the poverty cycle will not be broken in these two boy’s lifetimes. Where do we go from here? What can we do? Are all politicians corrupt? Why can’t a simple promise be fulfilled? I guess it is supposed to make you feel and think about what you can do to make your community better.
At some points I felt like I was getting railroaded by the pity train. I understand the horrific effects of poverty and drug use, but after reading page after page of details, I kind of wanted to start skimming just to get it over with. Some would say a luxury, since I am not facing that every day.
An interesting read that went really quick. Reminded me a lot of Savage Inequalities: Children in America’s Schools which I read a couple of years ago. A nudge to keep me more involved in my local school and community, to make sure that it stays safe for my children.
Verdict – Probably won’t buy it. I’m sure other books will come out with the same message every few years or so.
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