When sixteen-year-old Tariq Johnson dies from two gunshot wounds, his community is thrown into an uproar. Tariq was black. The shooter, Jack Franklin, is white.
In the aftermath of Tariq’s death, everyone has something to say, but no two accounts of the events line up. Day by day, new twists further obscure the truth.
Tariq’s friends, family, and community struggle to make sense of the tragedy, and to cope with the hole left behind when a life is cut short. In their own words, they grapple for a way to say with certainty: This is how it went down.
Tariq Johnson is an African American teen growing up in the a poor-working class household. The author Kekla Magoon writes him as just another teen; She humanized him to the point that he doesn’t need to fit the narrative of the innocent black teen who didn’t do anything wrong ever. Which that’s dope, because we don’t have to be perfect for us to be seen as human.
This book is told through multiple perspectives, which as you all know, I struggle with because I get confused easy. Everyone seems to have a perspective or the right view of what happened the night Tariq was shot. everyone seems to be an eye witness with a different eye.
One thing I found iconic with how Kekla used the different perspective was that everyone had at some point a grieving period they went through after his death. Each perspective allows for us to piece together who Tariq was. My only upset about this book is that it doesn’t seem like it actually ended, just like real cases it never ends, no one ever gets closure.
All in all i give this book four out of five stars, told through page clinching chapters an easy but carsickness read!