Another Day at the Front: Dispatches from the Race War

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Summary: Another Day at The Front by Ishmael Reed
Review: He graces BIBR Magazine with a solemn, and angelic look, but is literally at the forefront of exposing race wars, truth, contradictions, fallacies, and injustices that leave little room to ponder or question, and all while running a publishing press.

This is ironically, one sided propaganda at its best you'd think, and after reading the book, the reader will not question the latest domain on bookshelves filled with rich facts and research. It is a boring read for the unchallenged , non intellectual reader, but soulfully gratifying and innocuous for the prolific reader thirsty for knowledge like only Ishmael can deliver. I thirst for Ishmael's work. He is a martyr. You can count on the fact, that the non challenged reader will be forced to read it as a student in any university studying Black History or urban studies. This is the one! Poet's & Writers issues him an award in 2003. How much greater is great?

Fragments of a picture of division between races within the Black race are evident here. This is the biggest issue since "Black on Black" crime. The questions formulated ask," Are there Black racists within the community? Is your black neighbor your true neighbor during a crisis? Was W.E.B. DuBois a Nazi supporter in being blinded with overwhelming kindness from Germans upon his visitation to Germany, and which caused him to wonder if America was hiding the truth of race relations back then? Is this still the same question of modern day race relations that may cause war? Are Hispanic Blacks subdivided? Do Black Woman authors male bash? (Guilty: Read PerSOULnalities: Poems For Every Kind Of Man). Do some racist radio hosts get a slap on the wrist while Blacks accused of anti_Semitism are literally castrated? Are The Turner Diaries fueling hate? I began to wonder about many of these issues, my own place in society, and having ounces of blood from white, black and Indian culture. Who's side am I on having loved every dimension of my intricate mixed family, but having held on to my Cherokee Indian dominant traits of my ancestors, red like Georgian clay, while relatives, creamy white like butter. I am ordinarily a calm person who can dismiss any reaction of indifference toward my sensitive soul as sheer ignorance on behalf of the offender, but have never respected a disrespectful person by fueling my anger toward a comment, or gesture racially inclined to the point of reaction. I am in awe of this man's work, and believe that his formula for writing it is a masterful one. No one's book has spurred these kind of emotions and confessions. Thank you Mr. Reed.