How amazon.com Helped me to Stop Wishing I was a White Writer

[Bernice McFadden]

The other night I was up watching a re-run of The Dave Chappelle Show and the opening skit resonated with me so much so, that even though I was drifting off to sleep I popped right up to fully take in the message which represented what it is we African American writers have been complaining about.

The skit started with Dave explaining that even though he says some pretty outrageous things on his show, there are many more thoughts swirling in his head that his producers and more importantly his sponsors and white audience members would find offensive - simply because he is black.

So to get around that Dave brought out a beautiful white woman, handed her a set of cue cards where he had written some of his most bizarre thoughts and she proceeded to voice those thoughts through song.

Even though the words that came from her mouth were still Dave’s thoughts and feelings, it was deemed acceptable coming from a white woman.

This is exactly what happened with Kathryn Stockett’s The Help and Sue Monk Kidd’s The Secret Life of Bees – publishing decided that they could take these stories that were essentially stories of the Black experience and deem them acceptable titles to be marketed to black, but more importantly to the larger, whiter reading audience and not just because they were written by white women, who were writing from a place of white privilege (outside looking in) but because those white woman were able to deliver stories about the black experience minus the “grit and edge” which most often brings about feelings of “white guilt.”

These two books have received respect; adulation and awards while the equivalent (similar books written by AF-Am writers) have gone ignored.

The Help and The Secret Life of Bees have been translated into multiple languages and are available in just as many countries including a number of African countries. Yes, Africa.

I checked with a number of African American authors that I know and not one of them (except Terry McMillan’s novel Waiting to Exhale) has had a book published in Africa. In fact Kathryn Stockett’s novel, The Help won the highly coveted South African Boeke literary award.

For my work to be marginalized in the country of my birth (a stinging slap to my face) is one thing - but for my work not to be made available on the continent of my ancestors? Well that's a blow to the very core of my existence.

Let's just call like it is: We Af-Am writers are devalued in comparison to our white counterparts!

But things are about to change (as they always do) and while the publishing industry scrambles to acquire the e-book rights on a thousands of backlist titles thwarting the effects of the announcement made by Amazon.com that they will offer authors a 70% royalty on e-books published through them - I quietly prepare myself to bask in some long awaited glory.

I suspect the e-book phenomena will be similar to heaven, where the the color of my skin will be irrelevant, only the content of my “work” will matter.

[Derrick L. Miles]

Beautifully written...

[Michelle Karman]

I've have problems getting my work read by literary agents. Their rejections would always state something along the lines of "We aren't seeking that type of work" blah blah blah...of course not, my novel features a biracial heroine who triumphs over racism, among other evils! I eventually self-published with Lulu, but how am I to promote my work when it takes money to do so? I get fed up reading crap books by whites when I know I can do just as well as they, if not better than some of them. I wish any non-white author all the luck with their work in this white-washed media/publishing biz of ours, for they need it.