Oh, I don't think I mentioned it... about a week ago or so, I finished Esau McCauley's memoir
How Far to the Promised Land? It was interesting. He's a black pastor and theologian. To an extent it's a very familiar story - born in poverty, struggling school with crime and drugs, racist episodes, he manages to go to college and become successful.
What makes it interesting is that he pushes back against the narrative of himself as an individual overcoming the odds to pull himself up by his bootstraps. Instead, he really foregrounds the African-American community, in a couple of ways. One is by making it his family story rather than his individual story. He really stresses how it was the collective effect of the family that enabled him to succeed, not any grit of his own. Another is that he's attentive to the statistical chances of black men from his neighborhood and shows that it doesn't mean that he's the good one who pulled it off, but that the way the structures around them affected them, just statistically there were only going to be a certain proportion who would be enabled to succeed, and the rest doomed to fail. It wasn't a story of how anyone could do what he did with enough elbow grease and willpower.
For instance, he tells a story of a drive-by shooting at his house (his sister, unknowingly, had started dating a drug dealer). He was sitting on his bed when bullets came flying in through the window. He didn't duck or hide, he just froze. When he looked later, he realized one bullet had hit the wall just inches from his head. It had missed him by pure chance (or divine providence). If he had tried to duck to the side, he would have been killed. And if that had happened, he would have been one more statistic - "young black man killed in a drive-by," etc. So the fact that he wound up as an Episcopalian priest and college professor wasn't because of his herculean effort, but because the chances just didn't play out otherwise.