Book Review: The Color of Water – James McBride.

by tayebwa

“God is the color of water. Water doesn’t have a color.”

Over the years, I have read books, good books, but none like James McBride’s The Color of Water. I am one of those people that believe in simplicity because there is no better means of self-expression.  James in this book tells his story, and his mother’s story (as told to him by her) in the most genuine and authentic manner, and style ever. That book-color-of-waterway he verily tackles serious historical, and current global issues, like racism, cultural dilemma, poverty, ignorance, drug abuse, crime, religion, etc, in the simplest, yet effective manner. This is a story of true love, resilience, passion, pain, and joy!

“You don’t need money. What’s money if your mind is empty! Educate your mind!”

James tells his story of growing up with his exceptional family. A family of twelve black children, raised by their Jewish (we could also say white) mother in a very difficult time. He tells an impos


James & Ruth


sible story. How a Jewish woman, forgotten by her Jewish family (for marrying a black man) works against odds, founds a Baptist church in a black community, builds a family, and lives to see all her twelve children through college.

Ruth, the daughter of a rabbi and a loving disabled mother, born in Poland and raised in Suffolk, fled the south to Harlem-New York at 17, married a black man in 1941. She is twice widowed; and despite hardship, poverty, suffering, she, together with her children see success at the end of the tunnel.

In the words of The Times, I would say that The Color of Water is a startling, tender-hearted tribute to a woman for whom the expression tough love might have been invented.


NOTE: Unfortunately, this book is not available in any of our Book Stores. I made a special order with Aristoc. It was delivered within 2 weeks.