Ten weeks since the aircraft hit the buildings, 70 days, and through all that time, all the funerals and all the names, and now, far away, all the bombs and all the funerals and all the nameless. We have so much information, and still so little understanding. The writer John Edgar Wideman has spent a lifetime trying to understand the gaps that separate people. He writes about basketball and brothers, about blood and race.
He writes about how we understand each other and how we don’t. “At the gate” writes Wideman, “there’s a quiet moment when the horrors of the past are also the road, the only road, our road, our intimate history, our loves and losses bringing us to this moment, a moment when we can decide to go forward or not.”
John Edgar Wideman, author of “Hoop Roots”