“I can’t hear you if I think you hate me.”

In both ends of that statement you are making a choice. First to not hear and and then to not love in spite of the hate that you think is there. I think none of the things you have listed were ignored. Or, wait, maybe they were. That’s impossible to know. I think what is maybe more essential is ignored is the author’s humanity, her pain, her content and context and the pain and experience of being black in America. All of the things you would like to discuss are certainly things to be discussed but there is no wrong in them not being present. If she wrote about cars it would not make sense for me to say she didn’t write about bicycles which I care a lot about. Or, it makes a sort of sense, a sort of sense that declares my wants, desires, knowledge and identity are more important than hers. In the case of cars and bicycles it would be selfish and annoying.

I know you are capable of love.