Reading Richard Wright

Sat, 16 May 2026 14:00:00 -0500

I was a freshman at A&T in the fall of 1972 when someone put a copy of Native Son in my hands. A professor, I think, though I can’t be certain after fifty years. The paperback was old and the cover was half-torn, and whoever had owned it before me had underlined a paragraph near the end. I stayed up until three in the morning reading it. I put it down. I couldn’t sleep.

Richard Wright on Sunday Evening Review

Reading Richard Wright