But, after reading "Who Shot Johnny?" several more times I finally got what Dickerson was trying to say, and in turn, it became my favorite essay. Having grown up in the crack and post-crack epidemic eras, I can understand Dickerson's rage. I lost several friends during these two particular times, all killed by Black males; I also lost my brother to violent crime, again, committed by a Black male. So, yeah - I get it. As for Staples, his essay made me pity him, initially. But, after reading Dickerson and coming to admire her strength, courage, and determination, I started to dislike Brent Staples. His submissive, take the path of least resistance attitude gave an effeminate view of him. I wanted him to stand up for himself and not yield his space to the people that were stereotyping
But, after reading "Who Shot Johnny?" several more times I finally got what Dickerson was trying to say, and in turn, it became my favorite essay. Having grown up in the crack and post-crack epidemic eras, I can understand Dickerson's rage. I lost several friends during these two particular times, all killed by Black males; I also lost my brother to violent crime, again, committed by a Black male. So, yeah - I get it. As for Staples, his essay made me pity him, initially. But, after reading Dickerson and coming to admire her strength, courage, and determination, I started to dislike Brent Staples. His submissive, take the path of least resistance attitude gave an effeminate view of him. I wanted him to stand up for himself and not yield his space to the people that were stereotyping