Originally begun as a letter to his sons, Craig Yorke’s deeply thoughtful autobiography is a startlingly honest look at what it was like to grow up as a Black man of whom much was expected in the 20th century.
Subtitled A Black Neurosurgeon’s Story, this is a book that advertises from the start that it’s the tale of a high achiever. But it’s also the story of someone who, as he writes in his reader’s note at the beginning, seeks a friendship with his past in order to make space for his future. It’s a perhaps deeply unfashionable approach to the idea of truth and reconciliation — restorative justice is much messier than retributive justice, after all — but it works really well at an individual level. The author not only makes sense of his own life and purpose using this lens, but can translate his experiences into an inspirational story for the reader. And I’m not talking about the usual “up by his bootstraps despite poverty and racism” memoir, tho there are certainly elements of that. This is more of a “how do I reconcile my achievements with what I was forced to give up, in a way that allows me to embrace joy while still satisfying the doubts that haunt me?”
If you don’t have any idea what that means, then count yourself blessed. If you want to know what it’s like tho, to have grown up this way and to have come out of it with both grace and meaning, then you should definitely read this book.








