Monday, August 31, 2015
If you read this blog often, you know that I believe in the value of teaching novels, short stories, and poems by and about people of color. We’ve got to get away from ‘The Single Story.'
One of my colleagues and friend proposed that we start a voluntary bookclub with the English department where we will read a diverse novel each month in order to share ideas and to have books in mind when it is time to order new books at the end of the year. We even thought about the idea of going through our own bookroom and perhaps reading diverse novels from our bookroom that may or may not have been read in our classes.
So, I went to do a careful look at the books in our bookroom, and my heart started racing as if I had just been told that I had won the lottery; our bookroom is completely awesome.....
Yes, we have lots of the classics, but we also have many contemporary titles like Funny in Farsi, Under the Feet of Jesus, The Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, The Mountain Echoed, The Narrative of Frederick Douglass, Black Boy, The Color of Water, Cooper Sun, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Cuba 15, Dreaming in Cuba, Sold, and we also have class sets of books by Gabriel Garcia, James Baldwin, Toni Morrison and on and on and on..... You see why my heart was uncontrollably beating as I perused the book room??? (Click on the highlighted books to read the reviews by me.)
I wanted to faint when I saw a few class sets of one of my favorite reads from my summer reading list: Losing My Cool! And, we selected it to be the first book that we will read and discuss at our first departmental bookclub meeting. (Winning!)
I can't wait to have discussions about Losing My Cool and other books that we already own. My People, a change is coming.....
Team Work Makes The Dream Work.
My People, I am grateful to work with people who are willing to try new things!
Check back to read about our departmental bookclub meetings.
Grateful is my Attitude Today.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
80 years old!
So, My mom turned 80 on last Monday, and it was a big deal to me and my family, because all eight of my sisters, and most of their children, and I traveled to Atlanta to spend the weekend with our mom for her birthday. This was the first time that we have all been together in such a long time...
|Blowing out candles!|
|Yep, we were packed in that house!|
I went back to work last week, and I am so grateful to be in a school that eases us back into the swing of things. We had a few quick meetings, breakfast and lunch, and we were sent on our way to do whatever we needed to do....
However, for the first time ever, I looked at my class roster and all of my classes have twenty-eight to twenty-nine students, and there are other things that I am concerned about, and I instantly felted stressed. I had to remind myself that classes are still being leveled and this number will go down, AND God always has my back... I said a quick prayer, I am going to check on this number issue, and let God do the rest.
What I know for sure is that sometimes we must speak up... Faith without words is DEAD!
Looking forward to seeing what this school year brings, and know that I always advocate for myself....
A few months back, I decided to cut off the cable in my house, which means there is only fuzz on my TV whenever I turn it on. And, no, I don’t do Netflix or any of that other stuff.
Well, My People, I must have been wasting more time that I thought watching TV, because now I seem to have much more productive time at home: I read more, relax more, take care of things that need to be taken care of in my house more often AND,
my stress level is down; I had no idea that seeing those images of someone being shot by a cop, or a natural disaster, or all of the other crazy things on TV were causing me a little bit of stress. Now, I control what I see, read the news, and is able to critically think about whatever I read. It’s amazing how we are manipulated by the images that are shown on TV.
The other day a friend mentioned to me something about a cheating site that had been hacked, and I knew nothing about it at all. She told me all about it. I went online to ABC news to check it out, and literally wiped that out of my mind; that ain’t my business, and I don’t care to know more about that craziness...This was the moment when I realized that having no cable in my house is a good thing.
My people, see if you can go without watching TV for just five days, and let me know how it goes!
However, because I would not leave, and I needed to, God shut that door completely.....
At first my pride was hurt, but then I accepted the fact that God had to force me to move. I would have stayed, where I was not growing, because it was convenient.
I know that I am not the only person who is or was in a situation only because it is or was convenient, and know that convenience is not always the best option especially if we are not growing.
Sometimes, we must be uncomfortable in order to grow, and that’s ok.
However, I believe that this probably started the minute that the Civil War ended and definitely with the 13th Amendment to the Constitution which abolished slavery. Now, this social construct is on autopilot, and we just can’t stop the labeling.
If everyone is viewed as American, then we could possibly work harder for the good of Americans as a whole. However, as long as we are put into groups, then there will be a group with most of the power, and the rest of the people are left trying to figure out how to get some of that power, and that will be impossible as long as we are confined to our group by race.
Robert Peace and Thomas Williams
So, a friend proposed to me that The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace is a juxtaposition of Losing My Cool, and I just could not see that; however, I have turned this idea over and over and over in my mind, and I finally see it.
According to Jeff Hobbs, Robert Peace seem to not be able to find away to go between his world at Yale and the culture in which his grew up, which was not a Black culture, but an inner city culture. And, not being able to find that happy median, may have caused him his life????? He just did not know how to “wear the many mask.”
On the other hand, Thomas William in Losing My Cool seems to have gotten to Georgetown University and completely turned his back on the culture in which he grew up. He seemed to have distanced himself from other minority students at Georgetown, students at the nearby historically Black University, Howard University, and all the people who he grew up with. Also, by the end of the book, he refers to James Baldwin’s idea of separating himself from the group in order to find self-identity.
This juxtaposition has been driving me crazy, and I have no idea what all of this this means, but it does show the complexity of being labeled Black in American...
This is all I got..... In the meantime, I will be studying James Balwin and preparing for the upcoming school year.
Happy Sunday, My People!
Thursday, August 20, 2015
I must sadly admit that I have not been a student of James Baldwin... I know, I know, I Know, but I think that I tried to read Go Tell It On the Mountain, and did not like it, and sort of put James on the back burner.... Very bad decision!
My readers, never, never read one or two books that you do not like by a writer and throw the author in the trash can.... Very Bad Decision.... I was not fond of Jesmyn Ward’s first two books, but I fell madly in love with Men We Reaped! So, happy that I did not give up on Jesmyn.
Many of the books that I have been reading lately from Between the World and Me, to How to Kill Yourself and Others in American, and Losing My Cool, the writers have mentioned James Baldwin, and I thought to my myself that I must give Baldwin some more of my time!
A friend mentioned that I read The Last Interview, and of course I did....
This book is four interviews with Baldwin with one done in 1961, two in 1984, and one while he was dying in France in 1987.
Let me leave you with a few quotes:
“You have to decide who you are, and force the world to deal with you, not its idea of you."
“Time is aways now. Everybody who has ever thought about his own life knows this. You don’t make resolutions about something you are going to do next year. NO! You decide to write a book: the book may be finished in twenty years from now, but you’ve got to start it now."
“I began to see this country for the first time. If I hadn’t gone away, I would never have been able to see it; and if I was unable to see it, I would never have been able to forgive it."
“The only thing that really unites all Black men everywhere is, as far as I can tell, the fact that White men are on their necks."
“Assuming that sanity..... assuming that humanity itself, the humanity in all of us, will triumph, there will be, as you say, no White nation and no Black nation but nations of people."
May 1984 Interview
“There are two things we have to do -love each other and raise our children. We have to do that! The alternative, for me, would be suicide."
“But, I do know that, too that some of the evils that we live with are really produced by the society we live in, by the choices that society offers. I’m not trying to get anybody off the hook when I say that."June 1984 Interview
“Go Tell It on the Mountain, for example, is not about church, and Giovanni is not really about homosexuality. It’s about what happens to you if you’re afraid to love anybody. Which is much more interesting than the question of homosexuality.”
“I loved a few people and they loved me. It had nothing to do with these labels. Of course, the world has all kinds of words for us (homosexuals). But that’s the world’s problem."November 1987: The Last Interview
“It’s a great shock to realize that you’ve been so divorced. So, divorced from who you think you are - from who you really are. Who you think you are, you’re not at all."
“ I was not born to be what someone said I was. I was not born to be defined by someone else, but by myself, and myself only."These are just a few of the wonderful thoughts of James Baldwin, and if you want to know his thoughts about, homosexuality, Toni Morrison, Miles Davis, Richard Wright, Fannie Lou Hamer, Dr. King, Malcolm X, Ralph Ellison and several other people, than you must read this very short collection of interviews that spoke to my heart, and I know that they will speak to yours.
I just can’t let Baldwin go, so I will be reading a collection of his essays called Nobody Knows My Name.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Losing My Cool: Love, Literature, and a Black Man's Escape from the Crowd by Thomas Chatterton Williams
So, I was ranting to a friend about Robert Peace, the guy from Newark who graduated from Yale and eventually was killed. I was proposing things such as what is the American Dream, systematic marginalization, reparations, and on and on and on, and my friend mildly suggested that I read Losing My Cool as a juxtaposition to Robert Peace.
However, when I first started reading this book about Thomas who has a Black dad and White mom, his dad has a PhD, both of his parents raised him in the suburbs in New Jersey, I thought “This guy has all of the advantages, and he better make it.” I just knew that he knew nothing about “the struggle.” However, my friend encouraged me to keep reading, and I did.
Thomas was told by his father early on that he was Black, and he let him know that in this country he could not be both Black and White, and he was Black. He read and discussed The Autobiography of Malcolm X at the age of seven with his father, and at this point, Charles decided that he did not want to be White, because he did not want to be like the people who killed Malcolm X’s father.
Charles and his brother went to predominately White schools, and they both realized that if they put on the ‘hood persona’, they could get gain the ‘respect' of the the White kids. So he watched BET, listened to rap music, and closely watched the people whom he played Basketball with in the street in order to imitate what he thought was “Blackness." Charles played basketball in order to be ‘more Black’ but his father let him know that “he didn’t care to see another Black athlete or entertainer.” His father pushed him academically, and Charles went off to Georgetown University, and that is when he slowly started to have his awakening.
He barely went to class his first year at Georgetown, and he only hung out with the Black students. Eventually, he started a friendship with a White student who was from a completely different world than he. And, from this interaction, he realized, that he wanted more.
The summer after his freshmen year he started to scrutinized his relationships from high school and to read the many books that were in his house, and he returned to Georgetown his second year a changed man. He submerged himself in the culture of the school, studied and earned good grades, declared philosophy as a major, graduated, and left for France to teach.
As I was reading this book, I kept trying to see the juxtaposition between Charles and Robert Peace, and I see it, but I don’t....
Charles made the decision to submerge himself in the culture at Georgetown, and get all that the school offered, and Robert Peace made a different decision. Peace decided to isolate himself, not submerge himself in the culture at Yale, and maybe even protected himself with his ‘hood persona’, and this decision may have caused him his life.
However, I think that we must look at the fact that Charles grew up in a mixed world, and he went home to a Father who was present to guide him. On the other hand, Peace did not grow up in a mixed neighborhood, and his Dad was in jail and may not have been able to give him the advice that he seem to have needed.
However, Charles and Peace made different decisions that deeply impacted their lives, and I am still wondering if Peace had the tools that were needed to make a different decision.
Not sure if Charles is a juxtaposition of Peace, but I am sure that I will be pondering this idea for quite awhile .....
You know, My People, I thought that I knew Blackness, but after reading Men We Reaped, Between the World and Me, The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace, How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America, and Losing my Cool, I realized that Blackness is complex and unique for every single Black person, and you just can’t sum us up and put all of us into a neat little box; we just don’t fit.
Read this book and learn another one of our stories!
By the way, James Baldwin has been coming up a lot in my readings, and I need to understand him and his place in all of this. So, I will be reading another recommendation from the same friend: James Baldwin: The Last Interview: and other Conversations (The Last Interview Series) by James Baldwin and Quincy Troupe!
According to the books that I have been reading lately, Readers are Leaders!
Get to Reading, My People, and lead....
Saturday, August 15, 2015
This book was recommended to me while I was studying at Colgate this summer, and yes it is another book about race.....
This book, a collection of essays, is by and about Kiese Laymon who was raised in Jackson, Mississippi!
This book is serious, but is written in quite a light tone, and I grew fond of Kiese with these words:
“But when I did find brilliant soulful courageous black American literature, it imagined us as its readers, and those literary echoes saved my life. As much as hip-hop and the blues inspired me; my most meaningful discoveries about the act of being human have come through the solitary act of listening to turning pages, and marking up the sides of shifty text. It wasn’t the text alone that did the work; it was the reading, and rereading, and rereading, of the text that necessitated the work.In How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in American Kiese deals with his feelings about his uncle and his inability to be authentic with him, getting kicked out of college for taking and returning a library book and later being accepted into another college, his dealings with guns, the reality that many of the boys from his seventh grade class were dead before thirty-five, the idea that his grandmother, and people like her, would work their entire life and never really get the opportunity to advance themselves, his family's way of telling him how to survive as a Black man in America, poor White people, Southern rappers, becoming a man, the death of three Black celebrities, trying to get his book published etc.
As stated earlier, this book is serious and should be added to our dialogue on race, but it is upbeat, and definitely not a “I had it hard, but I made it" type of book.
Reading this book, I thought a lot about the idea of coming to turns with what makes us who we are....
This book is short and easy to read.... So, if you have some time, but not a lot of time, and you want to think, then this is the book for you.
Currently, I am reading Losing My Cool: Love, Literature, and a Black Man's Escape from the Crowd by Thomas Chatterton Williams.
Happy Saturday, My People!
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
I think that it is important that we tell our own stories, but if we are not around to tell them, then I guess that is where people like Jeff Hobbs come into play...
Jeff Hobbs did a great job of telling Robert Peace’s story.
So, according to Hobbs, Peace had the type of discipline that helps people to flourish; attending a prestigious private high school he would get to school around 4:45am to work at the pool to help his family out financially, he studied his father’s criminal case and made it possible for his father to get out of jail for awhile, he learned how to swim in the 9th grade and became a pretty good water polo player and went on to play for Yale, he studied and earned good grades which compelled a millionaire to give him a free ride to Yale, all while maintaining a healthy social life.
At Yale, he played on the water polo team, had great grades, took his job working in the cafeteria and cleaning the university during the school’s academic breaks seriously, worked in a lab on cancer cells, graduated with a degree in molecular biochemistry, all while maintaining a healthy social life.
After graduating from Yale, he went back to teach at the high school where he attended, worked as a luggage person for the Newark airport and traveled the world, and helped his mother to care for his aging grandparents all while maintaining a healthy social life.
All seems well with Peace right...
However, he sold drugs all through college and after college, and the drug involvement eventually ended his life at 30 years old, and I am not so sure if the healthy social life was healthy at all. Read an article about his death here.
I can not stop thinking about Peace and what went wrong??? Why would a Yale student and graduate sell drugs?
At first, I thought maybe it was about needing money?
However, he worked while in college and did not need to worry about tuition or books, that was taken care of. After college, I am wondering if he applied for jobs and just did not get one, or was he tired of academic pressures and just needed a break, or was he trying to secure financial freedom for his mom and himself after he graduated.
I guess these are questions that we will never know.
I have thought about Coates thoughts on The American Dream and if it is attainable and exactly what it is?
When a person gets a degree or two, a job, a house, 2.5 children, does that mean that the person has acquired The American Dream, and I wonder if Peace thought that these things were impossible for him or if he even wanted these things...
This book made me think a lot about Peace’s mother, and other people like her, who worked faithfully in a cafeteria all of her life and never made enough money to achieve The America Dream: house, car, or to change her social standing. I wonder if Peace rejected the idea of being a slave to a job like his mother and never being able to change his social status in The United States of America?
Aren’t we suppose to follow all of the rules, work hard, and achieve The American Dream?
At Yale he could not just drop the fact that sometimes there was no food in house, his mom spent almost all of her earnings to send him to private schools, his father was in jail for murder, and many of his friends who went to the same private high school as he did were still in Newark trying to make ends meet. I wonder if focusing on his reality made The American Dream seem like a silly idea that only a few White people achieved so he resorted to what he knew?
Hobbs mentions that Peace attended his classes in both high school and college, but knew how to be “invisible”. I wonder if this had to do with the feeling of “Do I belong here or being a fraud." Which leads me to the idea of systematic marginalization....The idea of the system being set up to keep some people at the bottom and some people on the top. And the people at the bottom have no business at a prestigious high school or Yale. I know that when I ventured off to Michigan State for graduate school, I could never find my place and had many miserable days. I also thought that having a degree from one of the top school’s of education in the country would guarantee me a job, but that was not the case. Michigan State graduated me and sent me on my way just like Yale did Peace.
Then, I started to think about race as a social construct as Coates talks about in his book Between the World and Me. If we put people into groups, then it allows some people to be at the top and some to be on the bottom, and the people at the bottom can never change their social standing EVER. There is no them without us type of thing. And, I wonder if Peace always felt that he did not belong in either his prestigious high school and college, but he felt that he belonged at the bottom where he could make his own rules and the government would only interfere, by policing, to keep him in his place, at the bottom.
Now, these are all ideas that I am throwing around in my mind in order to try and understand why a Yale graduate ended up being tragically killed over drugs?
My People, I can’t shut my brain off, and I don’t want too....
Hobbs does a beautiful job of telling Peace’s story carefully and with dignity, and I think that this is a story that needs to be added to this conversation on race that we are having today!
This book reminded me a lot of Men We Reaped by Jesmyn Ward and systematic marginalization and belonging. Jesmyn’s story is almost the same as Peace's with a different location.
My next read is How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America by Kiese Laymon.
|It’s still summer!|
Monday, August 10, 2015
Now, I did spend three weeks studying Abolitionism and The Underground Railroad, but do not think that I did not make time for pleasure.....
Our daily sessions ended at noon, and when we weren’t traveling to historical sites, I would eat lunch, go to the gym and ride my bike.. The cycling in Hamilton was what I would call a cyclist heaven: lots of rolling hills and very few cars.
Our weekends were free, and the first weekend in New York, a few of us traveled about 3 hours away to Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls was on my bucket list of things to do, and now I can check that off....
On our next free weekend, a few of us traveled to Harlem, NY to partake in the Harlem Book Festival...We got there a little late, but we were able to peruse a few books, hear a panel discussion, and meet the director of the Schromburg Center for Research in Black Culture.
|Director of the Schromburg|
|Panelist Professor Imani Perry|
|Lemar, fellow NEH participant!|
Yea, I take my study time seriously, but I also take my downtime seriously as well....
Educators, go to the National Endowment's Website and look into these opportunities
My People, I love cyclocross!
This past weekend I participated in a two day cyclocross (CX) camp in DC led by CX national champion, Jeremy Powers; It’s was liberating, but it also tapped into some of my insecurities as well.
CX national champion, Jeremy Powers, is humble and approachable. Doing the camp he gave much instruction, but he also did things like check tire pressure, put air in tires, tell awesome stories, and give lots of encouragement.
I am crushing on Jeremy Powers!!
Day one was a day of drills and drills: dismounting, remounting, jumping barriers, riding through tight spaces etc. I felt extremely liberated, because I gained quite a bit of confidence in areas where I was not so confidence.
The second day was more about how to evaluate a course and how to ride it. We did lots of turns and riding down the side of hills, running stairs etc, and this day tapped into my insecurities.
My mind started to say all types of self-deprecating things such as I will never be able to do these turns fast, dismounting and running up stairs seems impossible, I will never be able to run fast with my bike on my shoulder. However, I quickly started to tell myself a new story: I belong here, if I continue to do the same thing over and over, I will get better, I am better than I was last season etc.
So, this week, I will ride my bike and practice CX skills and continue to look forward to CX season #2 which is quickly approaching. Baby Steps, Baby Steps, Baby Steps......
My people, let’s tell ourselves new stories!
Read about my first CX race from last year here.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
“Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment. The eternal makes you urgent. You are loath to let compromise or the threat of danger hold you back from striving toward the summit of fulfillment.” ― John O'Donohue,There is no way that I could read many books about The Revolutionary War, The Civil War, Abolitionism, the Underground Railroad, have intense classroom discussions, and actually experience the rich history that surrounds that time period and just let it go...No, I can not just let it go.
I have been back home from my summer studies for about a week, and My People, ideas and thoughts are running around in my head, and I will try and put some of the ideas down here, in this blog, so that I can make some sense out of them; I got to get this information out!
So, one of the many things that I have been thinking about are the people who were instrumental to abolitionism and The Underground Railroad......
We traveled to Albany, NY and upon arrival to Albany, our first stop was at the home of Stephen and Harriet Myers. Stephen was freed from slavery as a youth and spent thirty years of his life helping others to escape slavery through The Underground Railroad. (People need other people, and we must always reach back to help others.)
“WE DEVOTE ALL OUT TIME TO THE CARE OF THE OPPRESSED WHO COME AMONG US. OUR PAY IS SMALL, BUT YET WE ARE WILLING TO CONTINUE TO DO WHAT WE CAN FOR THEM. WE HAVE ARRIVALS EVERY FEW DAYS FROM SOUTHERN OPPRESSION, AND FORWARD THEM TO THE NEXT DEPOT …”STEPHEN MYERS, 1860We were welcomed to the Myers house by Paul and Mary Liz Stewart who are passionate about restoring the Myers house and keeping the history of Albany’s Underground Railroad involvement alive. We spent two days exploring Albany with the Stewarts, and I was amazed at their knowledge and commitment to preserving the Underground Railroad.
|Paul and Mary Liz Stewart|
On the second day of being in Albany, we went back to the Myers house, and it was alive with children working in and around the Myers house. They were doing archaeologist digs, completing the plans to implement a garden and on and on and on. It was so great to see this house alive with children whom I hope will continue to keep Abolitionism and The Underground Railroad alive long after the Stewart’s are gone. (Train up a child in the way that he should go......)
Now Albany made my heart glad, and I felt so much pride in knowing that freed people, The Myers, would risk their lives to help others. (People need other people!)
However, the journey continued, and we traveled to Auburn, NY to the Harriet Tubman home and gravesite. Now, I had no idea that Harriet Tubman owned a home, a senior living facility, a hospital, and a vibrant farm, and we we were on those actual grounds. It felt great to walk where Harriet walked knowing that she mostly did all of what she did for other people. (People need other people!)
Never thought about the love life of Harriet Tubman, because she is sometimes portrayed as non-human. However, she was married twice, and had one adopted daughter.... Harriet was strong and courageous and needed love and support too!
|Picture at The Harriet Tubman Museum|
|The Harriet Tubman House|
|Harriet’s original barn restored!|
By the way, President Obama has paved the way for the Harriet Tubman home to become a National Historic Site..... Put this place on your list of places to visit.
Now, William Seward was appointed by Abraham Lincoln to be Secretary of State in 1861, and he was a big time abolitionist. When you get a chance, read about William Seward.
We visited his expansive house, and even visited a room in his house that was part of The Underground Railroad. What was surprising to me is that a man of his statue was an abolitionist. Yep, he wanted my people to be free, and we even read letters that were written by his wife pushing him to be even more radical about the ending of slavery.
|William Seward’s House|
Now, we were told that Seward tried to give Harriet Tubman the land where her house is currently sitting, but she refused to let him give it to her, she slowly but surely bought it from him. (I LOVE HARRIET TUBMAN!)
Now, we visited the home, which was not very far from Colgate University, of another rich man who was all about abolitionism: Gerritt Smith. Garritt Smith’s house was a stop on The Underground Railroad, and he helped to finance The Underground Railroad. When the likes of Harriet Tubman, Frederick Douglass, and John Brown showed up at this door, he knew that they may need money, and he had no problem supplying it. (People need other people.)
|Where Garrett Smith conducted most of his Underground Railroad activity|
The visit to Seneca Falls, New York, the home of the Women’s Right Movement, was quite liberating, yet complex for me as an African American women. Not sure if I would have been fighting for women’s right if my race did not have equal rights. Even if women got the right to vote, I still would not have been able to vote, because I am African American. However, many of the women in this movement were abolitionist including Elizabeth Stanton.
We visited the National Women’s Rights National Historical Park; The Wesleyan Chapel where the first ever women’s right convention was held and also a place where Frederick Douglass visited, and we visited Elizabeth Stanton’s home.
|At the National Women’s Rights National Park|
|With Judy Wellman and the great, great, granddaughter|
of Elizabeth Stanton
Long live strong women who are willing to make history.......
Now, there is no way that a person can study abolitionism in the Northeast and not talk about Frederick Douglass....
We went to the Rush Rhees Library at the University of Rochester to visit the Frederick Douglass collection, and My People, the primary sources in this library were completely captivating. We even saw a lock of Frederick Douglass’ hair.... A lock of hair, bizarre right, but ain’t nothing like some primary documents from the 1800’s.
We drove by a home that was owned by Frederick Douglass, and there are people living in that home. Can you imagine someone knocking on your door and telling you that Frederick Douglass use to live there? Well, that’s sort of what happened to the people who live there now.
We also visited the gravesite site of Frederick Douglass and a statue of Frederick Douglass which is the first statue erected to honor an African American in the US. It was an adventure to find the site, but we were relentless and found it.
Now, there are so many others whom we learned about during the three week stay in Hamilton, NY such as William Still, David Ruggles, and Harriet Jacobs who were immensely courageous, and I am carrying their spirits with me.
There is no way that a person can be immersed in this type of history and go back to life as usually. There is no way... The journey continues for me to learn more and more about this topic and connect it to the intense racial climate in which we are living today.
So, bear with me while I read more serious books, because right now I just can’t squelch the fire that this National Endowment for the Humanities Seminar has ignited.
I am grateful for our leader, Dr. Graham Hodges, who orchestrated the writing of the grant that provided this rich opportunity!
|Dr. Graham Hodges|
Educators, no everybody, we must take advantage of the opportunities that are provided for us; We owe it to ourselves to cultivate our learning so that we can educate others!
Liberate the mind...
Monday, August 3, 2015
I am highly recommending Between The World and Me by Ta-Nehisi not so that you can agree or disagree with him, but for you to read and try to understand his perspective of growing up as a Black man in America. All of our stories are important....
I must confess that I totally admire Coates for being what I call a “self-educated man.” He grew up in a house where he was exposed to books and then he later made the journey to Howard University to use their extensive library and the culture that the students brought to the University to educate himself. I admire that he took the time to read and study things that may or may not have been taught in his classes and used the wide array of cultures within the African American community in order to learn to think critically and to leave Howard without a degree but with a great education.
Coates can write, and he strings words together in a way that made this short book read like poetry at times: “In this way racism is rendered as the innocent daughter of Mother Nature, and one is left to deplore the Middle Passage or the Trail of Tears the way one deplores an earthquake, a tornado, or any other phenomenon that can be cast as beyond the handiwork of men.” Powerful right??
This book was painful to read at times such as when he talks about growing up in Baltimore, systematic racism, schools that are not liberating children, but on the other hand this book was also liberating when he states that “But you cannot arrange your life around them and the small chance of the Dreamers coming into consciousness. Our moment is too brief. Our bodies are too precious. And you are here now, and you must live - and there is so much out there to live for, not just in someone else’s country, but in your own home. The warmth of dark energies that drew me to The Mecca, that drew out Prince Jones, the warmth of our particular world, is beautiful, no matter how brief and breakable.”
I read this book twice, and it gave me so many things to think about such as race as a social construct, the purpose of school, the importance of traveling abroad, how vulnerable our bodies can be, how awful it must feel to be a man who can not provide for his family, a father’s ability to show love to his son, the power of questioning and on and on and on...
Look for blog posts where I will write about the many topics that I read about in this short book; I could write for months about this particular book.
Right now, this country is having very courageous conversations on Between the World and Me, so please read this book so that you can at least follow the conversations...
Next, I’ll be reading The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace by Jeff Hobbs.