Let’s Read More Books By and About African-Americans, Shall We?

Last summer, it was Trayvon Martin. This year, it’s Mike Brown. Depressing thought of the day: I won’t be surprised if there’s another racially charged killing in 2015 to keep me up at night.

I am not black. My husband isn’t black. My family members aren’t black. I have a handful of black friends and colleagues, but I can honestly say they’re few and far between. My outrage has little to do with a “personal” connection to the community, unless you count being human a good enough reason to be devastated by recent events. I happen to think being human is an excellent reason.

A few weeks ago, my Facebook feed was ablaze with news about a study that argued Harry Potter could teach kids empathy. Like most studies, it comes with certain caveats, but I’m of the opinion that good children’s books teach us kindness, humility and, yes, empathy. Reading fiction necessarily asks you to step outside your own psyche and inhabit somebody else’s. If a well-crafted narrative can inspire readers to mourn the passing of a magical house elf (long-live Dobby!), imagine how it can change our perspective about real world groups.

Do I think the solution to Ferguson is a YA reading list? No. I think the solution to Ferguson lies in overhauling the broken justice system that allows for little police accountability, brazen civil rights violation, and extreme use of force over marginalized groups of people. Do I think a reading list can help in the long haul? Yes, I do.

So this is the tiny, smallest of contributions to society at large. Here are five books from African-American authors, about African-American characters, that YA fans can go gaga over. My criteria for selecting these was simple. Besides the two already mentioned, I wanted to focus on contemporary fiction. Too often we keep minority voices in historically appropriate settings, as if there was nothing more to say about these communities in the present. I also wanted to stick to stories about young, black men, who tend to be demonized in the media, in pop culture, in movies, on that corner, in your grandmother’s head, pretty much EVERYWHERE. It needs to stop.

Without further ado:

For the Conspiracy-Theorist in You: Fake ID by Lamar Giles


I kept running into Lamar Giles at this year’s SCBWI conference, to the point that it must have seemed like I was stalking him. It’s a testament to how awesome he is that he was courteous, friendly, and not at all creeped out by my constant presence. Thanks, Lamar! His debut novel is about Nick Pearson, though that’s not his real name. You see, Nick is part of the Witness Protection Program and he’s trying to lay low. But when his new best friend shows up dead, Nick might have to risk it all to solve his murder.

For the Classic Connoisseur in You: Scorpions by Walter Dean Myers


Honestly, feel free to pick up any book from the award-winning, prolific Walter Dean Myers. The man could do no no wrong and he will surely be missed. The Newberry Award-winning book was my first exposure to this wonderful author, and it had a profound impact on me as a kid. The narrative centers around Jamal, and how his life is turned upside-down when a gang member gives him a gun. It’s a nuanced look at the culture of violence that seeps into even the best-meaning of us all.

For the Class-Conscious Analyst in You:  We Could Be Brothers  by Derrick Barnes


Robeson Battlefield and Pacino Clapton don’t seem to have anything in common. But when they’re both stuck in after school suspension after altercations with the school bully, the become fast friends despite their social, economic, and cultural differences. The book explores the tensions and variation within the Black community, refusing to treat it as a monolithic block.

For the Romantic in You: Jason and Kyra by Dana Davidson


The classic tale of the not-so-dumb jock falling in love for the brainy-and-pretty shy girl is set in an affluent black suburb of Detroit. It’s refreshing to read a book that not only has a teen girl interested in science, but a minority girl at that.

For the Boarding School Enthusiast in You: Black Boy White School by Brian F. Walker


Based on the author’s personal experiences, the novel follows Anthony, who grew up in the rough neighborhoods of Cleveland, as he goes to fancy Belton Academy in Maine. As he adjusts to life in an unfamiliar world of privilege, Anthony fears that he’ll lose his roots. Black or white, everyone can identify with struggle of fitting in.

Know any black teens who might enjoy these? Excellent! Minority kids need to see themselves and their stories reflected on the page, and lord knows it can be hard to find. (For more on this subject, please check out the #WeNeedDiverseBooks campaign.) Don’t know any black teens? It doesn’t matter. Kids of all races need to be exposed to voices unlike their own. It’s what fosters empathy and understanding. And lord knows that also can be hard to find.

Friday Fiesta: “Small Window” by Luluc

TREND ALERT: My musical tastes this summer have tended towards the moody, the gloomy, and the Australian. Case in point: Luluc, whose haunting melody “Small Window” stopped my incessant typing/proofing/translating/social-media-posting in its tracks, and forced me to sit back and listen. Just the fact that it starts off with the lyric “Flying over Chicago”–an experience that has shaped my very identity–already makes me want to curl up in a fetus position and feel feelings. Yes, it is quite slow and melodic for a seasonal jam. I know you’re all bopping to “Turn Down the What” or some other atrocious club hit, but I have had the great pleasure of spending these past few months working my butt off. That might not sound remotely appealing, unless you’re also one of the millions who have been crushed by the economic downturn. I’ll take working every day until 9pm to the horrific tediousness of underemployment. So, since my summer seems to have morphed into an early fall, Luluc-type music is highly appropriate. My chances of catching any rays this summer is slim; I might as well pretend snow is drifting outside my window.


Monday Think Piece: “Why the Best Kid Books Are Written in Blood”

For those of you who like YA, I’m sure you’ve seen that click-baitish article over on Salon. No, I will not provide the link for it. Suffice to say that it reiterated one of the most common misconceptions about the genre: YA as trite, easy, and lacking any nuance. That idea is one of my biggest literary pet peeves. My other literary pet peeve is on the opposite side of the spectrum: That YA should only be trite, easy, and lacking any nuance because our little snowflakes are way too precious to be exposed to the evils of the world.

To which I say: Your little snowflake has definitely been exposed to some of the evil in the world. You might as well give them a great book to help them sort out their feelings.

There is a lot I have to say on the subject, and I don’t have time to expand on it all right now. This piece by Sherman Alexie sums up a lot of my feelings about the practice of trying to ban books for children. In the end, the only thing it’s doing is giving misguided adults the illusion of protection.

When some cultural critics fret about the “ever-more-appalling” YA books, they aren’t trying to protect African-American teens forced to walk through metal detectors on their way into school. Or Mexican-American teens enduring the culturally schizophrenic life of being American citizens and the children of illegal immigrants. Or Native American teens growing up on Third World reservations. Or poor white kids trying to survive the meth-hazed trailer parks. They aren’t trying to protect the poor from poverty. Or victims from rapists.

No, they are simply trying to protect their privileged notions of what literature is and should be. They are trying to protect privileged children. Or the seemingly privileged.

Monday Think Piece: “An open letter to privileged people who play devil’s advocate”

In the age of #WeNeedDiverseBooks and #YesAllWomen, we are witness to the awesomeness of people rallying together for a worthy cause. We are also witness to those who use the opportunity to exercise their rhetorical skills not in service of true understanding or support, but as a way to be “edgy.” Over on Feministing, Juliana Britto explains the frustration many of us feel:

Some might challenge that I am shutting myself off to new ideas and censoring important opportunities for growth. But these ideas you are forcing me to consider are not new. They stem from centuries of inequality and your desperate desire to keep them relevant is based in the fact that you benefit from their existence. Let it go. You did NOT come up with these racist, misogynistic theories. We’ve heard them before and we are f*cking tired of being asked to consider them, just one. more. time.


Friday Fiesta: “I Go Humble” by Bjork

I’ve been so immersed in work lately that I haven’t had the pleasure of discovering any new music. So for this week’s Friday Fiesta, I decided to leave the song selection up to fate. I pressed shuffle and Bjork’s “I Go Humble” came up, which is undeniable proof that my iPod is sentient and loves me enough to safeguard my reputation. It could have easily stopped on Heavy D.s “Now That We Found Love” or Fey’s “Azúcar Amargo” or any other musical crimes that I have indulged in. But, Bjork! Bjork! Her sound is still so forward-thinking that listening to a twenty-year old song–yup, the song is that close to being of legal drinking age–still sounds futuristic. In an interview, she once described her artistic process as that of a scientific experiment. She could have been tripping on whatever fairy dust propels her to wear a swan to the Oscars. Still, I like that idea of approaching a creative project because it implies trial and error, method and experimentation, and certain degree of logic and intuition.

Happy Friday!