About that time I pretty much snatched this book from a stranger’s hands at a garage sale. I thought for a mere 10 cents I had unearthed some obscure biography of Eldridge Cleaver.
Ummmm, no. Turns out this is the story ONLY of his later life conversion to Evangelical Christianity. It was written without his assistance or approval, even though Cleaver was very much alive at the time.
I don’t say this often (at least not publicly), but this book was horrible hot garbage.
Poorly researched. Poorly written. Dare I say, tripe.
It did, however, serve as a reminder that we simply must control our own narratives.
I did not really need this reminder, how bout you?
Next time I may think twice about strong-arming folks at garage sales.
But who are we kidding?
If the books are 10 cents, all bets are off.
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