White people, black authors are not your medicine | Books | The Guardian

In 2018, two other novelists and I were being driven back from a reception in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, to our hotel in downtown Detroit, when we saw a black man getting arrested on the side of the road. The driver of our car, a white woman who had spent the earlier part of the drive ranting about how Coleman Young, Detroit's first black mayor, had ruined the city, looked at the lone black man surrounded by police officers with their guns drawn and said: "It's good they've got so many on him. You never know what they'll do."