Not a Genuine Black Man: Or, How I Claimed My Piece of Ground in the Lily-White Suburbs - A True Story

Based on the longest-running one-man show in San Francisco history -- now coming to Off-Broadway -- a hilarious, poignant, and disarming memoir of growing up black in an all-white suburb In 1972, when Brian Copeland was eight, his family moved from Oakland to San Leandro, California, hoping for a better life. At the time, San Leandro was 99.4 percent white, known nationwide as a racist enclave. This reputation was confirmed almost immediately: Brian got his first look at the inside of a cop car, for being a black kid walking to the park with a baseball bat. Brian grew up to be a successful comedian and radio talk show host, but racism reemerged as an issue -- only in reverse -- when he received an anonymous letter: "As an African American, I am disgusted every time I hear your voice because YOU are not a genuine Black man!" That letter inspired Copeland to revisit his difficult childhood, resulting in a hit one-man show that has been running for nearly two years -- which has now inspired a book. In this funny, surprising, and ultimately moving memoir, Copeland shows exactly how our surroundings make us who we are. "As an African American, I am disgusted every time I hear your voice because YOU are not a genuine Black man!" –AnonymousBrian Copeland was a successful stand-up comedian, radio talk show host and local news commentator in Northern California when he received the above letter—a letter that would change the course of his career. In his mid-thirties at the time, happily married with kids, Copeland seemed to be living the American Dream. But underneath the perfect exterior was a painful history of survival. In 1972, when Brian was eight years old, his mother moved their family to the last place on the earth black families were voluntarily going: the 99.9%-white-and-we-like-it-that-way San Francisco suburb of San Leandro. It was an attempt to give her children a better life, away from their abusive father. But it was also a risky move, as the city had been named one of the most racist suburbs in America just the year before. And no sooner had they arrived than it became clear that the town would live up to its reputation. The day they arrived, Brian got his first look at the inside of a cop car; he’d made the mistake of being a black kid walking to the park carrying a baseball bat. Nothing was easy in San Leandro—not getting a haircut for the first day of school ("we don’t cut that kind of hair"), not buying his little sister a Christmas present (his second brush with the law, this time for alleged shoplifting), not even staying in their apartment (the landlord attempted to evict them almost the moment they arrived). It was a childhood Brian spent all of his adulthood attempting to forget, until one letter opened the floodgates. The result was a comedy routine that became a one-man show, and has now become an arresting, often funny, ultimately moving memoir of how our surroundings make us who we are. "As an African American, I am disgusted every time I hear your voice because YOU are not a genuine Black man!" Anonymous Brian Copeland was a successful stand-up comedian, radio talk show host and local news commentator in Northern California when he received the above lettera letter that would change the course of his career. In his mid-thirties at the time, happily married with kids, Copeland seemed to be living the American Dream. But underneath the perfect exterior was a painful history of survival. In 1972, when Brian was eight years old, his mother moved their family to the last place on the earth black families were voluntarily going: the 99.9%-white-and-we-like-it-that-way San Francisco suburb of San Leandro. It was an attempt to give her children a better life, away from their abusive father. But it was also a risky move, as the city had been named one of the most racist suburbs in America just the year before. And no sooner had they arrived than... A successful comedian describes his experiences growing up African American in the white suburbs of San Leandro, California, recalling his difficult childhood in a racist enclave, in a memoir based on his one-man show