Alex, Danielle, and Jonathan have given us a very good look at the “big picture” of the book as a whole I feel, therefore, I would like to expound upon a smaller snapshot that helps comprise the “big picture”. First, though, I would like to comment on Alex’s question of whether this book could be considered “ethnic lit”.
Personally, I think this book refuses to be classified as anything, but at the same time it can be argued that Don’t Let Me Lonely is “ethnic lit within ethnic lit”. Yes, Rankine delves into American culture and presents negative aspects of our American society including depression, suicide, and murders committed by our own police force. But at the same time, I feel she somewhat focuses on the experience of being Black in America. Most of the pictures of people in this book are of black people, as she brings up the case of Abner Louima, the Haitian immigrant who was sodomized with a broken broomstick by the NYC police, Ahmed Amadou Diallo, the West African immigrant who police fired 41 rounds at and killed. She mentions people like Mahalia Jackson, a famous gospel singer involved with the Civil Rights Movement with Martin Luther King Jr., and Thabo Mbeki, the successor to Nelson Mandela as the President of South Africa. Even in the first paragraph of the book she writes “The years went by and people only died on television – if they weren’t Black, they were wearing black or were terminally ill.” These references lead me to believe that while, on a whole, I do think this book is a comment on American culture, I also think she invokes the experience of being Black in America and incorporates that through these references.
Death appears in this book/poem/lyric over and over again. Rankine talks about her concern when she was little for the mortality of actors in films, the suicide hotline, the “Do not resuscitate” option, the deaths of her sister’s husband and children, the accidental death of Princess Diana, the purposeful killing of Diallo, the little boy who killed his six year old sister, etc. Obviously, mortality is on her mind. I think she explores the ways our realization of our own mortality affects us. She makes it clear that we have the power to take someone else’s life or end our own at any given point in time. This is a strange morbid power to think about. Do think Rankine is trying to show how this power affects American society? How about the role it plays in world relations?
So on one hand, our death could be completely planned out and premeditated. On the other hand, it is an event that can be so random no sees it coming. Rankine writes about those mourning the death of Princess Di saying, “Weren’t they simply grieving the random inevitability of their own deaths?”
We might know where, when, why, and how (Colonel Mustard in the Billiards Room with the candlestick), or we might just feel the breath knocked out of us one day and that’s the end of it. Does this revelation affect the way people live their lives? How does Rankine think this revelation affects America? Has it affected her life?