Ta-Nehisi Coates, like James Baldwin, attacks racism by attacking the concept of race itself. He says “I have not spent my time studying the problem of ‘race’— ‘race’ itself is just a restatement and retrenchment of the problem” (115). And yet Coates takes pride in—revels in—black American culture in a way Baldwin never really did. Baldwin was a true outsider: a black, gay, American expatriate. Coates, while realizing that black culture is entirely a product of subjugation, violence, and segregation, has not extricated himself so completely from American society that he refuses to acknowledge and celebrate the particulars of his culture as he sees it. Whereas Baldwin can occasionally seem removed and impartial, almost habitually casting a critical eye at even the people and traditions nearest him, Coates writes without qualms and with something like a religious fervor (though neither man is religious) about hip-hop, historically black colleges, and Malcolm X—while simultaneously developing a philosophy (“race is the child of racism, not the father” [7]) that is at least partially at odds with each. He remains conscious of the contradiction though, ultimately straddling the two viewpoints masterfully. Clearly, he’s comfortable with ambiguity. The last paragraph acknowledges this central divide by acknowledging the impossibility of transcending so thoroughly acculturated a notion as race, while presenting a more optimistic vision of a potential path for his son—not a way out, but a step forward. “Struggle for your grandmother and grandfather, for your name. But do not struggle for the Dreamers. Hope for them. Pray for them, if you are so moved. But do not pin your struggle on their conversion. The Dreamers will have to learn to struggle themselves” (151).…