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This is a rhetorical analysis I wrote last year for Dee Brown's excerpted bit from Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. I read this book in high school (published in 1970; I graduated in 1975), and I remember it just completely broke my spirit for a while. I just couldn't believe our history. Then I read Claude Brown's book Manchild in the Promised Land, which was a different kind of painful experience, and then Roots came out as a miniseries during my freshman year in college, and I remember gathering in the dorm rooms of my black friends as we watched it. There was a beautiful black girl named Beryl Fletcher, and at some point one guy said, "Hey, Beryl! Do you think Alex's people owned your people?" I turned red, and said, "NO!"
Later, I went back and read Roots. That pretty much did it for me.
I didn't know it at the time, but I was shaping myself into a liberal with the books that I read.
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