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August 11, 2015

A Matter of Words – Losing a Customer and Opening a Conversation

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Yesterday, we received an anonymous letter in response to this window display commemorating the one year anniversary of Michael Brown’s shooting:

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There was no return address, and it wasn’t signed.  It was a very short message on a note card telling us that we had lost a customer.  In it, the person said we stoked the flames of enmity between races and promoted division.  The person asked us why we insisted upon doing that.

It’s hard to know how to respond.  What I want to do is call up the customer and chat.  I want to take him or her out for coffee and talk about what those three words mean and why I and our store feel compelled to repeat them in a window along a busy street in what seems to some to be an act of ill will.

There is no way to do that in this case so allow me to publicly answer this letter in hopes that it reaches the person who wrote it or those who agree with its sentiments.

In all honesty, the window makes me nervous.  I come to work every day with the news of protests in our city rattling around in my head.  I worry (justifiably it seems) that we’ll lose customers. I worry that some great books aren’t getting space in that window. I worry that those who sympathize with the message will think we’re trying to cash in on a civil rights movement.

I worry a lot about a lot of things.

I’m a 42 year-old white transgender man. My family’s white. Most of my friends are white. I married two white people and gave birth to a white son. I come from a long line of white people, most of whom had white kids, white friends, white spouses and lived in the middle of America in and around a small town whose largest structure is a metal cross erected along one of the two interstates that bisect it.

Race wasn’t much of a topic of discussion in my life, in that town, in that family – mostly because there were so many white people around us, and it would be easy (and comfortable) if we used that lack of awareness of racial politics to say we weren’t racist.  After all, I didn’t beat anyone up because of their race. My dad didn’t forbid me or my sisters from dating Black people. We all went to church and promised to love one another as God loved us.  We were kind to our neighbors (most of the time) and worked hard.  Worked all the time. Worked and wondered if it would be enough.  Worked even though we knew it probably wasn’t enough. We didn’t set out to hurt anyone.

We’re nice people, and when you’re a nice person, it surprises and hurts when you think you’ve walked a good path and then you’re confronted with evidence that you’ve injured someone. You feel that your character has been attacked, and when you feel attacked, the natural thing to do is defend yourself. You point to all of the evidence that you are a good person.  A peaceful person.

You use your arguments to defeat this attack.

You have black friends, black family members, black co-workers, black heroes.  You don’t need to be told about racism or white privilege. In fact, you might think this whole movement just stirs the pot and creates more trouble than it solves.  It makes people angry and falls on deaf ears. Why, you may ask, do we insist upon bringing it up time and again?

Here’s why.

  • Because even though I can point to the exact moment I heard my mother use the word bitch for the first time, I don’t actually remember the first time I heard the word nigger.  I don’t remember not knowing what it meant and who it was meant for.
  • Because that word was (and still is in some places) commonly used as a prefix for words when the action or status was incompetent, unreliable or sinister – __rig, __knock, __rich __lover.
  • Because the lone Black kid in third grade only lasted a year before his family moved away.
  • Because I can sing the theme songs to Family Ties, the Brady Bunch, the Andy Griffith Show, MASH, the Facts of Life, Friends, Little House on the Prairie, The Lone Ranger and probably hundreds more tv shows beloved to me that featured white families, white friends, white struggles and the occasional black character, but I have to struggle to remember the handful of tv shows featuring people of color.
  • Because when a group of black women attended our church for one reason or another when I was a kid, the occasion was so momentous that a photo of them sitting on our couch in our trailer still lives in the family photo album 35 years later.
  • Because I had a very real, very enlightening conversation with my brown skinned son as recently as this week about his hurt feelings on account of close (white) family members remarking on his (black) friends and (public) school.
  • Because after about 20 years of actively trying to unlearn all of the above, I still make mental corrections, and know that those white people who grew up around me, raised me, were raised by me and wandered in and out of my life do it too even if (especially if?) they are making an effort to be white allies.

My white family, my white friends, white son, white ex lovers are all, each and every one, lovable.

Yes, we’ve loved each other.  Yes, we’re good friends.  We’re compassionate, funny, smart, daring, hard-working and loyal. And we did all of that in a country where we get credit for being all of those things and doing all of those things and know that those things make our lives valuable.  We are privileged to be able to apply for a job, go to college, drive, shop, run through the park, own a firearm, barbecue, apply for a driver’s license, throw a party, swim and be angry in public without representing all white people when we do it.  We don’t have to be the BEST athlete, the RICHEST musician, the MOST POWERFUL leader in the free world, the SMARTEST student in the class to justify our place in sports, music, politics and school.

We live ordinary lives and occasionally some of us do extraordinary things, and our lives matter and our right to our dignity is hard coded into our social pact. The pedigree of all of those things is present and unspoken.

As my partner, Kris said – White privilege is really permission to be ordinary.

These are privileges might’ve refused if we had been asked, privileges we don’t feel like we have, resent having, or resent having to defend ourselves because of.  But those privileges are still ours.  We’re stuck with them.

What I wish I could convey – white person to white person – is that Black Lives Matter does not mean White People are Bad.  It never did.  Saying someone matters does not mean that nobody else matters.  It just says to someone who feels invisible, “I see you and I value you.”

ferg1As a business owner, there is nothing more awful than losing support. It’s scary to think that the livelihoods of the 15 people on staff here can be jeopardized, but we have to be true to the values of this store and its commitment to our community.  Kris and I wouldn’t respect ourselves if we didn’t.

I only hope that when this former customer tells his or her friends why they don’t shop here anymore, that even the loss of their business will prompt a deep discussion between them and their family and friends about race in this city.

To the person who wrote to us – 

I hope that you’ll see the ways we’ve tried to promote constructive discussions about race – our ongoing Ferguson Reading Group, our event with Carol Swartout Klein for her book Painting for Peace in Ferguson, our event with Leah Gunning Francis for her book Ferguson and Faith, the Listen. Talk. Learn. session we hosted with Diversity Awareness Partnership.

I want you to know that our door, hearts and arms are open to you and all others always.

If you do make the switch to Amazon I hope that you’ll keep reading.  As my departing book recommendation to you, I suggest you order Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates.  For more reading, try our Black Lives Matter Reading List.

We love St. Louis and the rich and various communities and cultures that make up our town.  If we insist on anything, we insist that St. Louis keeps moving, however painfully, toward a better future.

IMAG1260_2Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful week.

Best regards,

Jarek Steele

Co-Owner, Left Bank Books

December 14, 2011

Them’s Fightin’ Words: Slate Magazine’s Misguided Rant Against Bookstores

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Farhad Manjoo - Bookstore hater

Oh, man.  Where do I begin?  I thought I had said what I wanted to say about this in my last blog post, but obviously there’s more to say.

Danielle, our Events Coordinator here at Left Bank Books, forwarded to me this gem from Slate Magazine in an email with the subject, “your next blog post?”  Before I even got past the title I knew I wasn’t finished with this topic, although I really wish I was.

The issue: Farhad Manjoo (pictured), Slate Magazine’s Technology columnist, wrote passionately about the apparent idiocy in shopping at a locally owned independent bookstore like mine.  It was a response to Richard Russo’s article in the New York Times defending the bookstore.

Manjoo sets it up like this – Bookstores are “some of the least efficient, least user-friendly, and most mistakenly mythologized local establishments you can find” and are “cultish, moldering institutions.”  His reasoning?

  • Bookstores present a frustrating customer experience.
  • You don’t need to browse because you can peek at e-books on your couch.
  • Bookstores mark up their inventory to pay for rent, payroll, etc. which is inefficient.
  • Bookstores aren’t local.
  • If you spend more money for a book, you can’t spend more money on “real” local goods.

He does establish early on that Slate is an Amazon affiliate.  Given their cozy relationship, it really shouldn’t be surprising that they – and he – would champion them.  But let’s put that aside for the moment.

Most of what irks me about Manjoo’s article has to do with what I posted last time – the smug assurance that shopping at a local bookstore makes you a chump.  I think I said pretty much all I wanted to about not making your customers feel stupid for their tastes, so I’ll leave that alone as well.

What I will take issue with is his assertion that independent bookstores are just the latest sacred cow that needs to be slaughtered in order to move into the Bezos led future.

Rather than get into a protracted fist fight about Manjoo’s article, I think I’ll illustrate just what a locally-owned bookstore really does for you and your community, then you can decide where and how you want to spend your money.

Here’s how a bookstore really works:

In 2008, Left Bank Books bought True Enough: Learning to Live in a Post-Fact Society by Farhad Manjoo from John Wiley & Sons, who listed the book (hardcover) at $25.95.  We put it on our shelves as part of our “relatively paltry selection” and then sold it to customers at the list price, $25.95 plus tax.  On each sale, we made $10.38.

With our $10.38, we paid booksellers (creating and maintaining jobs), paid for our booksellers health insurance, paid our rent (helping to keep a vibrant and relevant neighborhood from being boarded up and abandoned),  bought office supplies from Pedro’s Planet (a locally-owned office supply company), paid sales tax (maintaining the infrastructure of our community).  If we sold the same book today to a member of our loyalty program, 1% of that would have gone to their chosen local charity.  I think that’s a highly efficient use of that money, which, by the way isn’t a bookstore markup.  It’s the actual price of the book.

$15.57 went back to John Wiley & Sons, and of that, Mr. Manjoo received whatever royalty he negotiated with the publisher and John Wiley & Sons kept the rest.  Yep, they’re in Manhattan.  However, the $11,000 (our cost) worth of books from local authors who published their books themselves that we keep on our shelves are not from Manhattan.  Neither are the books produced by Reedy Press and other local publishers, the cards and t-shirts produced by All Along Press, Firecracker Press, Sleepy Kitty, STL Style and other local printers.

The customer who bought the book, ordered and hand sold by Left Bank Books employees, then probably went next door and bought clothing, food, lotions, etc. from other neighborhood stores, or, if they ordered from our website (which lists every book in print and let’s you create the all important wishlist) they received it at their home and used the internet to shop other local places because they value that.  The customer who bought the book on Amazon also clicked through to other Amazon products and bought them there because that’s how Bezos wins, by selling books as a loss leader to make you buy other stuff.  They did not log off, get in the car and go buy local as Mr. Manjoo describes.

Speaking of authentic local experiences, we didn’t do an author event with Mr. Manjoo, but we do other events – around 200 per year – in conjunction with local libraries, churches, the Ethical Society, cooking schools, universities, high schools, grade schools, glbt centers and other local institutions.  For free.

The customers who didn’t buy that book looked at it on the shelf and noticed other books shelved next to it, and by serendipity picked up a book they would have never known existed if they relied on an algorithm to suggest it for them.  They liked that book more than Mr. Manjoo’s book, so they bought that instead.

Ah, you say, but what about e-books?  Your precious corner store can’t give me those!  Well, yes.  Yes we can.  In fact, with the help of Indiebound we offer free apps for your iPhone or Android to help you do just that.

I guess all of this is to say bookstores are not “cultish, moldering” institutions, but physical representations of an industry that changes every single year.  We are small, flexible and determined to change along with it.  Not all of us will survive, but those of us who do will still serve an important purpose, and will still respect and support our customers and community.

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