by Kati Waldrop
BASTARDS OF THE REAGAN ERA
Reginald Dwayne Betts
Four Way Books, 2015
I have never been a father. I have never been a black man struggling under the curse of the drug war. I have never gone anywhere near a jail, never tasted the desperation and pain of the ghetto, never seen a man die. I wasn’t even alive during the Reagan era.
My world doesn’t include those things.
The world, however—the one past my borders—does. And Reginald Dwayne Betts’ ‘Bastards of the Reagan Era’ is a lens staring into the very heart of the world I don’t know, throwing a light so sharp that the edges of its shadows cut for blood.