Afrobets Revisited

The commodification of Black History

I have 100 black books on my shelf, at least. Who knows how many are in storage? But like the trophies I won in high school, they have served their purpose and I feel a bit sheepish about dusting them off. Yet there seems to be, even in my limited view, a sense that all I’m going to find is another set of tales of woe. I’m not sure exactly how to counte…