Awhile ago, I vowed to never again apologize for being a white, Christian, American man. And so, in watching the film adaptation of Kathryn Stockett's massively successful book, The Help, I cannot but ignore the tumult of controversy over the writer's (both in-book and out) whiteness. What gall, they say, to tell a black story from a white mind, to sh…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to B. A. D. Reviews to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.