I’ve been around long enough to have developed a pretty fixed world view, to have become less intellectually malleable than I’d like to be. So I appreciate Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me more than anything I’ve read in years for its having shaken my brain a bit, dislodging some of my cobwebs. The myths of race and facts of racism had gone almost wholly unexamined in my life. These had seemed issues not particularly relevant to me, as though I were not the beneficiary of a society biased in my favor, or because they’re issues on which I’d chosen the correct side politically or socially. What had been missing was understanding. Coates’ book is at least a step toward that for me.