People seem only to be able to talk about racism as if it were a quark--don't know how it was created and it cannot be destroyed:
"We've just got to live with it." I disagree. We, as a society, have created this demon and we can destroy it.
Charting one man's odyssey through the juggernaut that is racism in America, RHAPSODY IN BLACK is a prismatic look at life on the color line--a poignant, enraging, and often hilarious travelogue through the psyche of the perpetual "other," as he spends a lifetime struggling to understand what it means to be black and finally comes to understand what it means to be a man. A blistering indictment of tribalism in all forms, RHAPSODY IN BLACK deconstructs notions of race and identity--provoking thought, realigning perspectives, and sparking precisely the sort of dialogue we all really need to be having right about now.
I'm just trying to start a conversation.