Between the World and Me takes the form of a book-length letter from the author, Ta-Nehisi Coates, to his son, Samori. In this long letter, Coates relates his personal experiences as a black man in a country built on the oppression of black people.
Coates begins by remembering the interview he gave the previous Sunday on a popular news show. During the interview, a newswoman asked if Coates could explain why he believed that America's progress was built on looting and violence. He was disappointed, because he believes it is abundantly clear that America was founded on slavery and genocide; it was (and still is) fueled by racism. Coates feels that asking why he believes this is like asking about the condition of his body—his black body, which carries the collective weight of centuries of slavery, oppression, violence, and racism. That interviewer's question saddened him, because she was asking him to wake her up from "the Dream": big, beautiful houses; white picket fences; happy homes filled with peppermint and strawberry shortcake. This American Dream is built on the backs of black people and other minorities.
When Coates sat down to write this letter, his son was fifteen years old. It was the year Eric Garner was choked to death, the year innocent twelve-year-old Tamir Rice was killed by cops in a drive-by shooting, the year Michael Brown's killers went free. Coates doesn't offer his son platitudes. Instead, he explains that this is his country and that his son will have to learn to bear the weight of this fact, just as Coates himself did.
Coates grew up in the streets of Baltimore in the 1980s. He never fit in with the hard, violent youths who stood on the corners playing music, peddling drugs, and beating passersby in order to prove their dominance. He couldn't speak their violent language, couldn't interpret their movements fast enough to defend himself. Most of the time, he avoided those kids. "To be black in the Baltimore of my youth," he writes, "was to be naked before the elements of the world." Once, when Coates was in sixth grade, a boy pulled a gun on him, then put it in his pocket, then pulled it back out again. This moment stuck with Coates forever.
(The entire section is 1613 words.)