Abdurraqib’s book taught me that fandom is radical. In essays that jump from Bruce Springsteen to Migos, he argues that loving something loudly—especially when the world tells you to be quiet—is its own kind of resistance. The message isn’t just 'they can’t kill us'; it’s 'they can’t stop us from living fully.' It’s messy, emotional, and deeply human—like the best mixtape a friend ever made you.
This book gutted me in the best way. Abdurraqib writes about music like it’s alive, like it’s a person who’s held his hand through every heartbreak. The main message? Survival isn’t just about staying alive—it’s about insisting on being seen and heard. He ties punk shows to police brutality, pop songs to personal loss, making connections that feel painfully obvious once he points them out. It’s political without being preachy, personal without being self-indulgent. I finished it feeling like I’d been given a new lens to view my own playlists—and my own struggles.
The first thing that struck me about 'They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us' is how raw and unfiltered Hanif Abdurraqib’s voice feels. It’s not just a collection of essays—it’s a love letter to music, survival, and Black joy in a world that often feels like it’s working against you. Abdurraqib weaves personal stories with cultural criticism, showing how music becomes a lifeline, a way to grieve, and a means of resistance. The book isn’t about despair, though; it’s about finding pockets of light even in the darkest places.
One of the most powerful themes is resilience. Abdurraqib talks about artists like Carly Rae Jepsen or Fall Out Boy not just as entertainers but as companions through hardship. He frames fandom as an act of defiance, a way to insist on your own joy despite systemic violence. The title itself feels like a rallying cry—acknowledging the threats while refusing to let them dictate how you live. It’s a book that makes you want to turn up the volume on your favorite song and keep fighting.
Reading 'They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us' felt like having a late-night conversation with someone who understands how music can save you. Abdurraqib’s essays explore how marginalized communities use art as Armor. The book’s brilliance lies in its contradictions: it’s about grief and dancing, fear and hope, death and the stubborn refusal to let it win. He doesn’t shy away from hard truths about America, but he also celebrates the tiny rebellions—like crying to a Bright Eyes song or losing yourself in a mosh pit. It’s a reminder that joy isn’t frivolous; it’s essential.
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