{"product_id":"more-than-i-imagined-isbn-9780593443040","title":"More Than I Imagined","description":"\u003cb\u003eAn award-winning journalist tells the “riveting” (\u003ci\u003eThe Atlanta Journal-Constitution\u003c\/i\u003e) story of his quest to reconcile with his white mother and the family he’d never met—and how faith brought them all together.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“A compelling and courageous journey that bears witness to the realities of systemic racism, the complexity of identity within that system, and the possibilities of reconciliation.”—Robin DiAngelo, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eWhite Fragility\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWINNER: \u003cb\u003eThe Christopher Award; The Illumination Award; The Nonfiction Book Award; Georgia Center’s “A Book All Georgians Should Read”; The Nautilus Award; Georgia Author of the Year Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJohn Blake grew up in a notorious Black neighborhood in inner-city Baltimore that became the setting for the HBO series \u003ci\u003eThe Wire\u003c\/i\u003e. There he became a self-described “closeted biracial person,” hostile toward white people while hiding the truth of his mother’s race. The son of a Black man and a white woman who met when interracial marriage was still illegal, Blake knew this much about his mother: She vanished from his life not long after his birth, and her family rejected him because of his race.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut at the age of seventeen, Blake had a surprise encounter that uncovered a disturbing family secret. This launched him on a quest to reconcile with his white family. His search centered on two questions: “Where is my mother?” and “Where do I belong?” \u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined \u003c\/i\u003eis Blake’s propulsive true story about how he answered those questions with the help of an interracial church, a loving caregiver’s sacrifice, and an inexplicable childhood encounter that taught him the importance of forgiveness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlake covered some of the biggest stories about race in America for twenty-five years before realizing that “facts don’t change people, relationships do.” He owes this discovery to “radical integration,” which was the only way forward for him and his family—and is the only way forward for America as a multiracial democracy. \u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined\u003c\/i\u003e is a hopeful story for our difficult times.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An incredibly moving memoir that both examines and complicates our understanding of race in America today, \u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined\u003c\/i\u003e is overflowing with empathy and full of humanity.”\u003cb\u003e—Clint Smith, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eHow the Word Is Passed\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This is a book of gutsy hope and not of despair, of reconciliation and not of hatred. Both sides of the racial divide need the voice that Blake is uniquely qualified to offer.”\u003cb\u003e—Philip Yancey, author of \u003ci\u003eWhat’s So Amazing About Grace?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“This memoir surprised me over and over again. John Blake’s life reads like a thriller but, like his reporting at CNN, is packed with pockets of compassion and wisdom.”\u003cb\u003e—Ibram X. Kendi, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eHow to Be an Antiracist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined\u003c\/i\u003e is a powerful chronicle of John Blake’s journey that lays out a clear path toward racial healing—not just for his own family but the entire United States.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Atlanta Journal-Constitution\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“John Blake incisively covers news of today’s racial divide, but it’s his own story that truly deserves to be broadcast.”\u003cb\u003e—Heather McGhee, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Sum of Us\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I tell John Blake things I don’t tell any other journalist. Sensitive to the moment, amid the recent surge of attention given to faith and race, Blake provides the kind of steady and studied analysis that we need to understand these critical topics.”\u003cb\u003e—Jemar Tisby, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Color of Compromise\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“John Blake takes us on a heartbreaking, powerful journey of personal, familial, and possibly national redemption. Truth-telling and working to confront those uncomfortable truths are at the core of this engaging and wrenching memoir.”\u003cb\u003e—Carol Anderson, Ph.D., \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eWhite Rage\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined\u003c\/i\u003e impacted me far more than I could have possibly imagined. John Blake is spot-on when he writes, ‘facts don’t change people; relationships do.’ I needed this book; our nation needs this book.”\u003cb\u003e—Andy Stanley, pastor, founder of North Point Ministries and author of \u003ci\u003eNot in It to Win It\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eMore Than I Imagined\u003c\/i\u003e testifies to the deepest truth that America cannot change unless Americans change. John Blake’s tender, powerful reckoning with his family’s history, secrets, myths, and divisions shows how we as a country can find a pathway to wholeness.”\u003cb\u003e—Eric Liu, author of \u003ci\u003eBecome America\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I don’t recall a memoir so substantively shaped by the self-awareness of one’s relationships.”\u003cb\u003e—Scot McKnight, professor at Northern Seminary and bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eJesus Creed\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Blake’s message of empathetic compassion and coming together as a community is a balm for a divided country that leans on sensationalism, hate, and scare tactics.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal, \u003c\/i\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eJohn Blake \u003c\/b\u003eis an award-winning CNN journalist. He has been honored by the Associated Press, the Society of Professional Journalists, the American Academy of Religion, the National Association of Black Journalists, and the Religion Communicators Council. A recipient of the GLAAD Media Award, he has spoken at high schools, colleges, and symposiums, and in documentaries on race, religion, and politics. Blake is a native of Baltimore, Maryland.\u003cb\u003eA Painful Return Home\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eI was about five years old when I was abducted. It was one of the most beautiful days of my childhood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A couple of strangers lured me away from my front porch that summer afternoon. I knew they were intruders, but they somehow felt familiar. I wasn’t afraid. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were white—a young woman and an older man. I hardly ever saw white people in my Baltimore neighborhood, where most residents viewed them with suspicion, if not outright hostility. Yet they slipped past my family, took me by the hand, and led me to a baseball diamond across the street. They steered me toward the middle of a lush, sprawling field, where the woman gave me a white paper kite.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What happened next is just a fragment in my memory: squinting at the summer sky as I chased the kite, seeing the sunlight reflect off the blond hairs of the woman’s pale forearms, watching as a gust of wind caught the kite and wondering if I, too, would be lifted into the air. As I peeked over my shoulder, I caught my abductors standing back to appraise me, nodding and smiling with approval. I felt wrapped in a cocoon of love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And then it was over. I somehow ended up back at home without the strangers ever bidding me goodbye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I never mentioned that afternoon to anyone, because I thought I would get into trouble. And a part of me hoped that someday my mysterious visitors would return. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI kept that memory tucked in my back pocket until one day, forty years later, when I was going through an old family photo album. I decided to try to solve the mystery. I called several relatives about that strange encounter. “Who was that couple?” “Why didn’t anyone stop them from taking me?” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo one knew what I was talking about. Not even my younger brother, Pat, who was always at my side when we were children. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It was a dream,” Pat said, “or wishful thinking.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was baffled. I had the kite. I had stored it in a corner of my bedroom and kept it as a memento for so long that the paper disintegrated. I had relied on the memory of that golden afternoon to help me get through the many tough days that made up my childhood. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas Pat right? How could such a vivid memory be an invention? And how could I explain the kite that I kept as a souvenir?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On Monday, May 4, 2015, I found myself wading through a crowd of angry protesters in Baltimore, still chasing that memory. As a journalist at CNN, I’d been assigned to cover violent racial protests that had erupted in my childhood community. But another story also drew me home. It was a story about my family, about how I’d tried to move past the same kind of anger that had engulfed my neighborhood—to feel as free as I did when I was a child flying a kite on that postcard-pretty summer day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I peeked at my cellphone. It was 4:36 P.m., and I was about to go live on national television. A sweaty, bearded CNN technician attached a microphone to the lapel of my navy-blue polo shirt. I cleared my throat as I glanced behind me at a crowd of protesters and curiosity seekers who had gathered to watch my interview. We were standing outside Baltimore’s city hall complex, in a tiny park where the national media had camped out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For more than two weeks, violent protests had rocked the city after a young Black man named Freddie Gray died in police custody. West Baltimore was filled with burning stores, smashed police cars, and at least three thousand National Guardsmen and police in riot gear facing off against angry protesters. I’d been asked to appear on air because I’d written a first-person account for CNN of what it was like to grow up in the neighborhood where Gray had lived and where the racial protests had erupted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To prepare for my television appearance, I took a quick drive to my old neighborhood to assess the damage. It was the first time I’d set foot there in about fifteen years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was stunned. Half the homes on the block where I grew up were vacant, boarded-up husks, some with collapsed walls spilling onto sidewalks. The sprawling baseball field where I’d flown my kite was choked with weeds and fenced off with locked gates. The constant hum of street life that I remembered—neighbors gossiping on the porches of their row houses; young men and women flirting on the corners; “Arabbers,” or Black fruit vendors, calling out prices as they led their lavishly decorated horse-drawn carts down the street—was gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I expected looted stores and charred buildings. What I didn’t know was that my community had died long before the Freddie Gray protests.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised. West Baltimore had one of the highest murder rates in the nation and had become a symbol of Black criminality and urban decay. It was the setting for the brutal HBO series \u003ci\u003eThe Wire\u003c\/i\u003e. It had also become a popular conservative talking point: \u003ci\u003eHere’s what happens when Black mayors run Black cities with “failed liberal policies.”\u003c\/i\u003e When some white people learn where I’m from, their eyes widen with surprise before they ask two questions: “How real was \u003ci\u003eThe Wire\u003c\/i\u003e?” and “How did you get out?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Poppy Harlow, the CNN anchor who was assigned to interview me, had questions of her own. Her head was bowed as she flipped through a stack of papers. She looked up and turned to me with a bright smile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We went live. Harlow and I talked. As we approached the end of our interview, she asked me, “Just very quickly, John, I want to ask you personally, What was it like for you to come back here on assignment?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I lowered my head and sighed. There were so many feelings to sort through.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It was very bittersweet,” I said. “It’s always good to see home, but it’s not good to see home like this. I feel like there are kids here who are like I was, fifteen or sixteen, and I wonder, \u003ci\u003eCan they make the journey I made?\u003c\/i\u003e I have doubts about that, and that’s very sad.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Harlow thanked me. Our interview ended. I unclipped the microphone and stepped away, shaking my head in disappointment. The interview went so fast. There was so much more I wanted to say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But what would I have told Harlow, knowing what I know today? I would have told her that if you think growing up as a young Black man in my neighborhood was tough, try doing it as the son of a Black father and a white mother in a place where many despise white people.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And if you want to talk about Black anger, Harlow, I have a little experience with that topic. Try reconciling with your white family while they claim they were never racist—even though they thought that Black and white people should be kept separate and even though one referred to your father as “this nigger.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Harlow invited me to appear on her show because my essay attempted to explain why so many Black men had disappeared from inner-city Baltimore. But I never told her or CNN’s audience that my white mother had vanished without explanation after my birth. \u003cbr\u003e That’s the story I wanted to tell, but I didn’t know how.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I’ve covered the biggest stories about race in America for the past twenty-five years, and most of those stories follow a pattern: Angry Black or brown people indict white people for their racism after something terrible happens. Chastened white people experience a “racial reckoning.”The wave of moral outrage passes, the news cycle moves on, and Black and brown people continue to seethe. I get those stories. I’ve felt that anger. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I saw racism as an either\/or proposition. Either you’re a racist or you’re not. There was no in-between. But my experience with the white members of my family didn’t follow that script. My white relatives ended up showing me that I wasn’t immune to racial prejudice and that they could teach me something about empathy and forgiveness. I never saw that story coming. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t know how to tell Harlow any of that because my story doesn’t fit traditional narratives about race or identity. There are elements that are too contradictory, embarrassing, and strange to share. Journalists are expected to be sober-minded operators who care only about the facts. How odd would I have sounded, telling millions of TV viewers about a series of inexplicable encounters that forced me to ask a minister one day, “Can a person seek forgiveness from beyond the grave?” How could I have explained in a sound bite that a scar over my heart, which I thought was a birthmark, turned out to be a clue to my mother’s disappearance? And how could I have described why a chance street-corner encounter with two strangers—a young Black man and a white man— did more to help me overcome my anger toward my mother’s family than all the books on racial reconciliation I’d ever read?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I wouldn’t believe half of it if someone told me the same story. Sometimes I still have trouble believing what happened—and I was there.Award-winning CNN journalist","brand":"Convergent Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301088186597,"sku":"NP9780593443040","price":27.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593443040.jpg?v=1767732973","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/more-than-i-imagined-isbn-9780593443040","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}