Reviews for Human ecology as human behavior

The average rating for Human ecology as human behavior based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2013-01-25 00:00:00 Charles Edwards A wonderful memoir of Gates's childhood, of his extended family and their West Virginia town.

Review # 2 was written on 2017-01-21 00:00:00 Michael Feist Henry Louis Gates, Jr. is an extraordinary scholar, particularly on African-American issues. He was born and raised in Piedmont, West Virginia during the time of early racial desegregation and, as a black man, he was directly influenced by this dramatic historical period. Gates graduated summa cum laude from Yale University with a degree in history, then received a Ph.D. in English from Cambridge. He has written for The New Yorker, The Village Voice, Time, The New Republic, and other prominent magazines. In addition to Colored People: A Memoir, Gates has authored and co-authored several books including Figures in Black: Works, Signs, and the “Racial” Self (1987), The Signifying Monkey: A Theory of Afro-American Literary Criticism (1988), and Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Black Man (1997). The preface to Colored People is a letter from Gates to his daughters, Maggie and Liza and, though the book is dedicated to his father Henry Louis Gates, Sr. and in memory of his mother Pauline Augusta Coleman Gates, the entire autobiography is written in conversational tone, as if Gates were recounting his stories not only to his daughters, but to their entire generation. Gates’ collection of memories describes the era long since past (both for good and for bad) when blacks and whites were segregated, and the subsequent integration of these colors, and what it was like to live in that world and be a part of its evolution. The title Colored People is beautifully appropriate, not only for the shades of black America it represents, but for each one of us; black, white, red, yellow: none of us are see-through. Henry Louis Gates, Jr. invites us, through his words, to live with him in Piedmont, West Virginia and experience life—black life—through his eyes. We stroll through his town, invade his cultural rituals as a welcome guest, experience the love of family and community with him, and suffer the pain and frustration of segregation alongside him. I felt privileged to walk with Gates into segregated, comfortable, welcoming, “safe” black cultural spaces I could never enter otherwise: a black funeral, a black church, a black barbershop, a black family reunion. In contrast, when entering places outside these “safe” zones, I felt anger and pain at being judged, criticized, and belittled because of skin color. Gates emphasizes to his readers, through his personal life experiences, that color is simply an outside condition that changes with the sunshine. He allows us to see that we are all human beings first, experiencing the same emotions, passions, and ambitions as the man next to us, regardless of his color. He doesn’t discount white racism though, nor try to “Uncle Tom” it into something to be scoffed at as negligible. He allows us to know what West Virginia was like in the 1950’s through the eyes of a young black man. We feel his warm acceptance when he falls for the affections of a white girl, and when he is recognized for superior intellect among his peers, many of whom are white. We share in the camaraderie he feels when he plays ball with his white friends. But then we are appalled when he is forced to leave the company of their table in a restaurant and stand at the counter, because of his skin color. We are angered because those same white friends don’t stick up for him when he is forcibly thrown from a dance club simply because he is black. Through both the segregation and integration, Gates shares with us what he finds to be of greatest value in his life; the love of his family. His memoir is somewhat biographical in this sense, in that the lives of his maternal family, the Colemans, and his paternal family, the Gateses, are shared with us in detail. We learn how Henry Louis Gates, Jr. found the support and strength to become the intellectual force he is today. Through the lives of his family members, we see yet another generation of segregated black America. We learn what it is like to be “kept down” in a dead-end mill job, to be forced to drink from a separate water fountain, to be drawn into a box and dared to cross its lines. Through the Colemans and the Gateses we experience the freedom of integration, but also the fear and uncertainty of leaving behind a safe and comfortable life we have come to accept, if not love. There is fear and discomfort in change, and we dread its revolution even as we feel its excitement through Gates’ memories. Gates’ optimistic personality shines throughout his book. It’s refreshing to me that, despite his formidable education and vast first-hand knowledge of racism, segregation and integration, his autobiography is not written in lofty, scholarly terminology, but in an easy, relaxed manner that informs, educates, and leaves the reader with the impression of having enjoyed an intimate chat with a good friend. Colored People: A Memoir is a text which, in my opinion, should be a part of every West Virginia student’s high school or university curriculum. Gates’ underlying message—that freedom should never be taken for granted—is one that must be ingrained in every American citizen, regardless of color or creed. His personal memoirs—one West Virginia man’s record of an era—offer a candid glimpse into the trials of integration few of us today, thankfully, will never experience. This book is not to be missed by anyone who cares about history, about race, and about multicultural America as we now know it and how it came to be.