An amusing book about American blacks and their traits and peccadilloes, but it is not original and nothing revelatory is produced. Kersey covers all of those things which are covered up and cloaked by the mainstream media (that fact of editing out certain information about blacks is disturbing). No fathers (just ejaculators); love fried chicken, detest tipping, loathe Journey and the Beach Boys, are murderous and violent to whites and even more so among themselves etc., etc.

As a white you feel smugly vindicated reading this stuff but, really, what is the point, what is the use? We are here together - railing about one another's failings is a dead end - let's do what is necessary for all of us to achieve, all of us to prosper, all of us to lead safe lives. Blacks are good at some things, and bad at others - like every other designation of people. Can we not use their strengths against or weaknesses and vice-versa. Beware the hand of unrecognized groups who intend to profit by the encouraged friction between European and African (and others, new to the mix). ( )