I'm still not sure that I'm sold on the premise.
Here's a quick synopsis: Justyce McAllister is a high-flying student in a small private school in suburban Atlanta. He hangs out with his friends, who are primarily white, and as he navigates the difficulties of his senior year (college looms, but which one?), he struggles with the pull between what he sees as distinctions in his identity. He goes and visits his mom back at "home" in the "real world" of the poorer sections of Atlanta where he feels more connected because of his race but less connected because of the culture. He goes back to the dorm and hangs with his friends that he connects with culturally (sometimes) but then feels like a race traitor in some ways.
Racial struggles are difficult for me to understand, seeing as I've always been a member of just about every type of "majority" that exists. I recognize the importance of this book, and the critics raved over this author's prowess (it's her debut), but I am not 100% sold on the format. The book is called Dear Martin because Justyce (whose name is a little bit on the nose, if you ask me) writes letters to Dr. King in a notebook in an attempt to help him sort out his complicated emotions. "Martin, what should I do about these girls?" "Martin, how did you always respond peacefully?" You get the idea.