

James McBride grew up one of twelve siblings in the all-black housing projects of Red Hook, Brooklyn, the son of a black minister and a woman who would not admit she was white. The object of McBride's constant embarrassment and continuous fear for her safety, his mother was an inspiring figure, who through sheer force of will saw her dozen children through college, and many through graduate school.
McBride was an adult before he discovered the truth about his mother: The daughter of a failed itinerant Orthodox rabbi in rural Virginia, she had run away to Harlem, married a black man, and founded an all-black Baptist church in her living room in Red Hook. In her son's remarkable memoir, she tells in her own words the story of her past.
Around her narrative, James McBride has written a powerful portrait of growing up, a meditation on race and identity, and a poignant, beautifully crafted hymn from a son to his mother.
A glimpse inside

McBride weaves his own coming-of-age story with his mother's remarkable life, alternating chapters between their voices. This structure not only reveals the interplay between past and present but also highlights how personal histories shape identity. Ruth's story, told in her own words, gives the reader direct access to her struggles as a Jewish immigrant who becomes the matriarch of a large Black family, offering a rare, intimate perspective on issues of race, faith, and resilience.

A central theme is the ambiguity and social construction of race. Ruth, a white Jewish woman, raises twelve Black children, yet refuses to be defined by her skin color. McBride’s confusion and eventual acceptance of his biracial identity reflect broader questions about what race means in America. The book challenges readers to reconsider rigid racial categories and to see identity as complex and deeply personal.
Ratings at a glance
- 1Dual Narrative Structure
- 2Fluidity of Racial Identity
- 3Motherhood and Sacrifice
- 4Faith and Transformation
- 5Resilience in the Face of Adversity
Popular quotes from The Color of Water
“God is the color of water. Water doesn't have a color.”
“You have to choose between what the world expects of you and what you want for yourself.”

