This book is marketed as a memoir but I'd maybe describe it more as an observed history or the psychological unpacking of one woman's black identity. I loved Jefferson's writing style from the jump. She is so clearly smarter than me, more well read and more cultured than me. I love the flexing. I love that when I give this a closer second read, I'll have a long list of writers and musicians and historical figures to check out. Jefferson is writing about a history that she has a personal vested interest in, she has a point to make and her use of language is so intentional and pointed. When she simply described a historical event as "white people instigated riots," I knew I'd rate this highly. On top of the intellectual flexing and the pointed language, Jefferson is also hella funny. Sometimes she does these asides, these dramatic reenactments that I found hilarious. But again, sometimes its just her use of language, her quippy expressions of thought that had me laughing out loud and rewinding the audiobook to play back. Her writing actually reminded me if Cristina Rivera Garza's writing in Grieving. Garza's writing lacked this level of humor though.

As for content...this book honestly felt like it was written for black audiences, which I appreciate, because its talking about complex issues in the black community. A super simplified summary is that Negroland was/is a class of people who believed in exceptionalism as a solution to most of the racial woes they experienced from being black in America. Jefferson describes what it was like growing up in that environment and the sort of residue it left on her psyche as she matured.

As a lower middle class black kid who went to predominantly white schools in the 90s and early 00s, Negroland is still incredibly relatable. As a child growing up in that environment there is just a lot you're learning on your own, that your parents are teaching you, and that your parents are trying to protect you from racially. Every kid who grows up in a similar situation probably has a memoir's worth of stuff to unpack, so it was nice seeing Jefferson unpack it, acknowledging her flaws and the mistakes she made along the way, and then finally releasing it and moving on.

From a historical/social commentary perspective, I think this provides a treasure trove of unsung heroes, stories, and insight. While more of this generation sees the problems with exceptionalism as a solution, the core issues that supported that idea are why there are still so many conversations about the success of white mediocrity. Like the core issue of the oppression of black has never disappeared in America and Jefferson's story represents one segment of a generation's attempt to solve it. I also think as my own generation has moved away from this idea, its been easy for us to forget just how hard our parents and grandparents were grinding to make this a tolerable country to live in for us. Even if this group was wrong in wanting to be "better" than the average black person, the good they did can't be dismissed. They were the politicians, they were on the different boards, they were integrating neighborhoods. They were living up to whatever white standard was in place so they could get their foot in the door. U.S. culture has changed so much in the last eighty years, and we owe at least part of that to them.

So, yeah, absolutely loved this. Its the history of one segment of a black generation that we don't have enough stories about. ( )

Mixed feelings on this memoir. Another one that I don't remember where I heard about it but added it my list of books to read.

I'm reading the book from a place of white privilege and I learned a great deal. There is a great discussion in the book of the racism that is America. She speaks of her family trying to act white but not too white. Never fitting in with other lower-class blacks and not fitting in with whites either. Being on the radar of whites but being careful to better themselves but not too much.

I also feel ashamed. Why do we treat each other this way?

I didn't find it written well at all. Bad grammar and bad punctuation. There were sentences that didn't have any punctuation. Some of it was written like poetry. Some written like text. Entire paragraphs in italics. I couldn't quite figure it all out. Where was the sense in it all? It was all over the place. Like you walked into a conversation mid-conversation and you were never able to contribute because you had no idea where the author was going or what the hell she was talking about. When it was good it was good but when it was bad it was bad. She was trying to teach a history lesson mixed in with her memoir; which is fine but the way she went about it was hard to comprehend sometimes.

Why did the book win so many awards? Is it because she talked about race? Is it because she talked about a different class of blacks we aren't used to hearing about?

There is so much history of courageous men and women in this memoir that I loved learning about. The list of names I wrote down to do more research on begins with names like James Forten, Frances Jackson Coppin, Cyprian Clamorgan, Charlotte Forten, Ida B. Wells, Anna Julia Cooper, and many more.

Some passages really affected me.

From page 32: In speaking of Anna Julia Cooper: "Like so many women's rights leaders she insists on believing women possess sympathies and spiritual gifts men lack. But - and here she becomes a tough-minded political pragmatist - women cannot reform society without working to educate themselves. And white women can reform nothing until and unless they are willing to relinquish their caste privilege, those codes of racial and social superiority they extol in their men and instill in their children."

From page 43: Margo's mother, when asked if they were upper class, "We're considered upper-class Negroes and upper-middle-class Americans but most people would like to consider us Just More Negroes."

From page 96: She speaks about other perceived lower-class Negro children moving into the neighborhood she lived in bringing in a culture she knew nothing about. Her parents then decided it was time to move again. Better to be upper-class Negro in a white neighborhood than upper-class Negro in a black neighborhood.

From page 114: Margo writes of family members that pass for white. "He was a former white man. And my parents looked down on him a little. Not because he'd passed, but because he'd risen no higher than a traveling salesman. If you were going to take the trouble to be white, you were supposed to do better than you could have done as a Negro."

It was definitely worth the read but overall I didn't like the style it was written in. ( )

Margo Jefferson's Negroland is a memoir of growing up in 1950s Chicago as a member of the "Talented Tenth" or the "Third Race"—upper-middle-class Black people whose very successes made them all the more conscious of race, class, and the visible performance of respectability. Jefferson's prose is cool and crisp and consciously analytical, sometimes wry, sometimes rueful; she shies away from the more lurid sharing of intimacies that characterises other memoirs. Yet despite that there is something vulnerable and raw in this book, as Jefferson lays out the mental burden imposed on her and other Black people by constantly reckoning with racial injustice, with class issues, with gender roles. An engrossing read. ( )

Fascinating and frustrating. A vivid memoir where it is a memoir, a sharp portrait of a social group not often described. Also fragmented, sometimes repetitive, rambling...still a fine demonstration of how insidious and pervasive race prejudice has always been and still is, through the eyes of a privileged child. It becomes something almost more shocking when the daughter of the chief pediatrician at a Chicago hospital, raised with music lessons and art camps and society balls and beautiful clothes and immaculate manners, is quietly told she will not be invited to a social event because the hosting mother is from Georgia and just would not allow it. Her family and friends' families, who are stern in judgement against "lower class Negroes," will simply not be accepted by their white peers, no matter how elegantly they dress or perfectly they behave. Worth the read, just wish it read less like someone's notes for a book she's working on. ( )

This is exceptionally well-crafted, and shares the story of a community not often written about, well-educated affluent Black people in the second half of the 20th century. That said I did not find myself captivated. I know the story of various newer Americans striving to become educated and wealthy and to turn that into acceptance by the White Christian overlords have many similarities from one community to another, but the stories of various groups also differ in their particulars. That said, while many groups are shut out of mainstream success, particularly in the heartland, there can be no question that successful educated blacks have faced the greatest hurdles. Not only are they often not accepted by their white peers, those peers have historically assiduously held them back.

I was a little Jewish girl whose mother took her to a (Black) salon for hair straightening with lye and hot combs, who wore white anklets and black patent leather shoes, and was expected to behave in a generally waspy manner so as not to stand out (I generally failed miserably at this.) I expected that I would feel some small sense of kinship with Jefferson and her family, but as I read the story it seemed so familiar that it bored me. Nonetheless, its a really honest and beautifully written book. (ETA: I did the audio for this, and the reader was very good.) ( )