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The choices we make

 

I want to write here about looking at our own stuff. But first, a story.

As a student in the inaugural Women’s Studies course at my university, I could hardly wait for classes to begin. A group of professors and grad students had dedicated years to lobbying for a Women’s Studies program; this course was the first to be approved by the administration.

During the opening lecture in the overflowing auditorium, we learned how hard the group had worked to make the course truly different. The syllabus consisted entirely of works written by women. Authority would be decentralized: Our study groups would be headed by a cooperative panel of three teaching assistants, not just one. Our written work would be read and critiqued by the three TAs, who would collectively agree on the grade.

I felt like I was not just witnessing history, but actually participating in real societal change. For our first assignment, we were asked to write about why we had chosen to enroll in the course, and what we hoped to gain from it. Our responses, we were told, would help shape the entire program.

I took the instructors at their word. My essay expressed enthusiasm for the course, and then asked a question: Why was every reading on the syllabus written by a white woman? I had hoped to learn about global efforts toward justice for women, but not only were the writers exclusively white, they were almost all American (Virginia Woolf and Simone de Beauvoir the exceptions). And I wrote—respectfully, I thought—that perhaps it would have been more accurate to title the course “Western Women’s Studies.”

I was totally unprepared for the responses from the TAs, all of whom were white. From two of them, my essay received the following comments: Did I not realize how hard they had worked on the syllabus, how difficult it had been to choose the best and most relevant readings? Did I not understand that at this crucial juncture, criticism of the course could be detrimental to the program? Did I not perceive the importance of a united front in the fight against male injustice?

The third TA was more understanding. Her comments began, “We need voices like yours in the women’s movement,” which was heartening. But that was followed by something about “trusting the process,” and the need for patience.

It was 1981. Today, 37 years later, I can still feel the sting of those remarks, as keen as a slap to my face. Those TAs believed passionately in the fight for women’s rights. I had so badly wanted the entire experience of a course created by such women to be revolutionary. Instead, by shutting out entire groups of voices, they were replicating the mistakes of the men before them.

And the worst part was that they were unaware of doing so.

The basis for the question I asked in my essay has a name now: intersectionality. Thirty-seven years is almost two generations, and I am still asking the same question.

I am grateful for the opportunities and inspiration #kidlitwomen has provided this month. But I confess to dismay at evidence of a collective consciousness that, with a few notable exceptions, continues to neglect intersectionality, thereby imperiling us to repeat the errors of the past. Heightened awareness of gender inequity without intersectionality perpetuates the current whack-a-mole approach in all its short-term inefficiency, rather than bringing about true enduring change in the status quo.

Looking at our own stuff. It’s always difficult. Each one of us needs to confront how we have internalized the acceptance of injustice in its many forms, including racism and sexism, due to the dominant culture of inequity. (And yes, that statement applies to everyone, not just white people.)

I’ll go first.

For more than ten years, I did countless author presentations at elementary schools, mostly K-5. In 2013, as a result of publishing a middle-school book, I began to get requests to visit 6-8 and 6-9 schools.

That took some getting used to: Middle-school kids are a different species from their younger siblings. While still in the midst of this transition, I was booked to do a presentation to a large audience of middle-schoolers who were almost all African-American.

Students from three schools were being bussed to the presentation. The venue was less than ideal, a gloomy basement room with terrible acoustics. When I walked in and saw all those students, I panicked a little. I had spoken many times at elementary schools serving mostly students of color, but these kids were in middle school. I started to doubt myself—to worry about whether my presentation would speak to them. I wondered if I should alter my usual talk.

One of the busses was late, so rather than having everyone sit around waiting, the organizer suggested that I sign books for the students who were already there. I sat at a table, and the students lined up with their books.

I spoke to every student. Some were friendly, others shy. They all smiled and thanked me.

By the time the signing was finished, the doubt had vanished. Why had I panicked? Because they were middle-schoolers? Or because they were mostly black? Now I thank the stars for the late bus: The time I got to spend with those students, more than a hundred of them, was a critical learning moment for me. I realized that my anxiety might possibly have been based on racist assumptions, which the students broke down without knowing they were doing so.

To avoid becoming that which we are trying to escape requires that we approach problems from an entirely different universe of thought. With humility in place of certainty. Respect instead of dismissiveness. Self-awareness rather than blame. We need to question the assumptions that go into our choices and preferences. Most importantly, we must work relentlessly to make intersectional thought a habit.

It can feel overwhelming, so here’s a place to start: our bookshelves. Beyond the economic implications of supporting marginalized writers with our dollars, creators of children’s literature have another important incentive for examining our choices. As writers, what we read goes into our work on many levels, including the subconscious. The books we read matter to the children we write for.

We can take the time to reflect on the books we read and buy, and like or dislike. Viewed in terms of shelf space: Why are the books I own written–in such staggering proportion–by white authors? If I shelve my “funny” books together, do I find that they’re mostly created by men? The books authored by POC that I’ve purchased—are they all written by the “big” names?

 Then we need to spend time with books that deconstruct those assumptions. 

From November 2016 until the end of 2017, I made the decision to read and buy almost exclusively books by marginalized women. Not that I hadn’t before—I just made it a more conscious choice. What an amazing year of reading. Stories by women of color, gay women, trans women, women with disabilities, neurodiverse women, women of multiple marginalized groups–stories that have enlarged and enriched my wonder at the spirit of humanity.

We’re not just trying to change children’s books. We’re trying to change the world—which is incredibly hard work. But it always begins the same way: By looking at our own stuff, and changing the choices we make every day.

(With thanks to–among many others–Anna Dobbin, Tracey Baptiste, Meg Medina, Jackie Woodson, and Leah Henderson, with the acknowledgment that they might not agree with everything I have written here.)

#kidlitwomen

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Picture-book analyses by Dr. Melanie Koss

Continuing the conversations begun by Christine Taylor-Butler and Miranda Paul, here are links to PDFs of articles by Dr. Melanie Koss, on diversity and gender in Caldecott books. Our sisters in academia too often labor invisibly, and the canon cannot be remade without them! Please read, share, and support their work.

Where are the Latinxs?
http://129.115.236.109/index.php/br/article/viewFile/175/118

Diversity in Contemporary Picture Books
https://www.academia.edu/19586245/Diversity_in_Contemporary_Picturebooks_A_Content_Analysis

Meeting Characters in Caldecotts: What does this mean for today’s readers?
https://www.academia.edu/36081613/Meeting_Characters_in_Caldecotts_What_Does_This_Mean_for_Todays_Readers


From a group of children’s book creators and SCBWI conference veterans

We are heartsick and appalled to hear of the harassment that has taken place at SCBWI events, and are grateful to those who have spoken up about their experiences. Some of us have ourselves been harassed, and we understand the doubt, second-guessing, and confusion that can result from these situations.

We want you to know that the SCBWI leadership has released a new anti-harassment policy, and we support it wholeheartedly. It is now posted on the SCBWI website at https://www.scbwi.org/anti-harassment-statement/ People who feel they were harassed at an SCBWI function can come forward by emailing harassment@scbwi.org or filling out the online form on the SCBWI website. https://www.scbwi.org/anti-harassment-report-form/ Complaints filed using the form can be made anonymously.

We love the SCBWI, and it is our hope that its continuing evolution will make the organization even better able to support all of us engaged in the important work of creating books for young readers.

Signed,

Linda Sue Park
Laurie Halse Anderson
Jane Yolen
Julia Durango
Bruce Coville
Kathleen Ahrens
Susan Patron
Cecilia Yung
Jim Averbeck
Angela Cerrito
Kristin Venuti Clark
Sonya Sones
Lisa Yee


The luxury of inaction

For a few days this past week, I attended a big conference held at a downtown convention center. Yesterday–Saturday afternoon–a friend and I were entering the building. We heard a woman’s voice, loud and upset.

“What are you doing? Why are you arresting him, what did he do wrong?”

What I saw: Four people in uniform surrounding an African-American man, the woman standing nearby.

“He didn’t do anything! Why are you arresting him?”

In that instant, the news stories of the past several years flashed into my head. Without saying anything to each other, my friend and I moved toward the woman—not aggressively, and not getting in the way of the uniformed people. I just wanted her to know that we were nearby, and watching.

One of the uniformed officers broke away from the others and asked us to stand back. He also told the woman to come inside the building to get her things.

“I’m not leaving him,” she said. “That’s my husband, I’m not leaving him.”

By now we had been joined by at least two or three other people. They were talking to the woman, and to the man in uniform. From what I could gather, the man—now being handcuffed—was a musician, and had been invited to perform at the conference. As he was leaving after his performance, he was detained for not having some kind of permit.

“He was INVITED here!” the woman kept saying. Then she said, “Will someone please film this? I don’t have my phone, my bag is over there—”

And I froze.

I was afraid.

My friend, braver than me, got out her phone and began filming. While she filmed, I helped the woman gather her things, and her husband’s things. He plays the trombone; together, she and I had to figure out how to take it apart to put it in the case.

“I never touch this thing, it’s his,” she said. She was calmer now, and even managed a small, worried smile as we tried to figure out the trombone.

The man was taken away in what looked like a police car. Later I learned that the people in uniform were security for the convention center, not city police officers. The man had been taken to a ‘booking office’ on the grounds.

I also learned that the man had had his trombone case open in front of him while he was playing, and that people were putting money in it. Considered ‘solicitation’, it is apparently forbidden without a permit. I found myself wondering why this was an offense that called for handcuffs. And wondering how things would have been different if the musician had been white. The uniformed officers: one white man, one black woman, two black men.

A few hours later, I ran into one of the other witnesses. She told me that everything had been straightened out, and all charges had been dropped.

Of course I was relieved. But I also confessed to her: “I was afraid. The wife, she asked us to record what was happening, and I froze.”

She tried to comfort me. “I did just the same,” she said. “It wouldn’t have done them any good for us to get arrested, too.”

Maybe. But as a black woman, she was potentially at greater risk than I as an Asian-American would have been. And maybe it had ended up being the most sensible choice for my friend, a blonde Caucasian, to be the one filming.

I was, and am, ashamed that I was afraid. No, that’s not quite right. I’m not ashamed that I was afraid: I’m ashamed that my fear stopped me from reaching for my phone. Why had that happened?

I am grateful to have had the chance to learn this about myself in this way: My fear and my inaction were in the end inconsequential. I was sobered and shaken to realize the extent of my cowardice. I’ve learned, and pondered, and am determined not to let fear stop me again from doing what I think is right. Because my fear at that moment cannot begin to compare with what the musician and his wife must have been feeling.

When the freedoms, safety, and even lives of people are unjustly endangered, inaction due to fear is a luxury that I cannot afford.

As I left the building to catch my flight home, I passed crowds of people entering, to attend the evening’s event–the highlight of the conference.

A presentation by Ta-Nehisi Coates.


The day after tomorrow

As the shock begins to wear off, I’m trying to think, not just feel.

And here’s what I’m thinking. The United States as a nation is changing, from majority white to majority olive/tan-and-darker. It’s inevitable, and no wall or deportation program can stop it.

This election is part of a last gasp. The barbed tail flailing, the frantic claws. The days of white (and mostly male) dominance are slowly coming to an end here, and those who do not wish to see the change have lashed out with all their misdirected strength.

It may well be their last chance: Our young people voted OVERWHELMINGLY for hope, and against fear and hate.

I do not know how long the death throes will last. I know that it may well be a bitter and noxious time.

But the strength forged in united diversity WILL PREVAIL.

Banish despair. Hold each other up. You inspire me.


My round, red, Panasonic transistor radio

At the age of nine, I became a RABID Cubs fan*. My dream was to someday play center field for the Cubs. This, despite the fact that my father claims the first time he took me out to the back yard with a glove and ball, I threw the ball and it ended up BEHIND me. (He has told this story for years. I wish I could check it on Snopes.)

(*Yes, I am now a Mets fan. Don’t judge until you know someone’s story.)

That summer, I rarely missed seeing a game on WGN, Channel 9. (Jack Brickhouse: “Santo-Kessinger-Beckert-Banks, the infield third to first.”) I learned to keep score. I listened to the West Coast games under the bedcovers with the volume turned all the way down (no ear buds back then) on my Panasonic transistor radio (I had the cool-looking round one, remember it?).

When I told my brother about my dream of playing center field, he laughed.

“Girls can’t play in the major leagues,” he said.

I was stunned. In my ardent fandom, I had NEVER NOTICED that none of the ballplayers were women.

This year, the Cubs are going to the World Series. I could not be more thrilled.

And we’re going to elect the first woman POTUS.

Somehow, although it might make no sense to anyone else, the two events feel intimately connected to me.

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A quick post

This week I was honored to speak at the Virginia Association of School Librarians conference in Norfolk. I wanted to share a few of my remarks here:

I hope we can agree that one of the vital functions of books and literature is to offer readers visions of the world we live in. That world is incredibly diverse!—whether you’re talking about the entire planet, or the United States as a nation, or the internet where so many people of all ages spend much of their time these days.

If our classroom and library collections do not offer young readers a wide choice of diverse books, then we are not preparing them for the world they will live in as adults. That applies whatever the demographics of your student population. Everyone– adults included!–needs to learn more about the amazing, colorful, diverse world we live in. We ALL need diverse books.

 

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With Laurie Bolt, president-elect of VAASL.


Three Things

Here is my simple list of action items for anyone who believes in the mission of We Need Diverse Books, and wants to help but isn’t sure how.

#1: Gene Luen Yang is our current National Ambassador for Children’s Literature. His platform is READING WITHOUT WALLS. Take up his challenge–for yourself, AND for the young readers in your life.

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#2: Bookmark these two pages:

READING WHILE WHITE

NPR CODE SWITCH

Make them part of your regular online reading/listening, no matter what your skin color.

#3: BUY BOOKS by diverse authors. Every time you go book shopping, make a point of it. If you can’t buy, REQUEST them at your local library.

Three simple steps. If even half of ‘everyone’ did them, what a movement that would be!

 


FATAL THRONE

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I could not be more excited about this book project! Six female authors, one male author, each writing one of seven linked YA stories, from the individual points of view of . . . HENRY VIII AND HIS SIX WIVES!!!

GENIUS, RIGHT!?? It was author Candace Fleming’s idea, to be published by Schwartz & Wade, Random House Books. The authors?

M.T. Anderson
Jennifer Donnelly
Candace Fleming
Stephanie Hemphill
Deborah Hopkinson
Lisa Sandell
. . . and me!

What an honor to work with these fantastic writers. And what a story–politics and religion and sex and blood and gore and intrigue and jewels and death and more sex, and no wonder it continues to fascinate people five hundred years later.

Besides the excitement inherent in such a brilliant idea and such terrific colleagues, I have another, more personal reason to be joyous here. This seems to me to be a great example of a ‘post-diversity’ project: I’m a POC invited to work on a book that has nothing to do with my ethnicity–while at the same time, it was precisely exploration of my ethnic background which led to my interest in writing historical fiction, which in turn got me this gig.

A baby step at a time…toward a world where there is no danger of the single story. May we all get there together, and soon.


THERE’S STILL TIME

The crowdfunding campaign for the Rabbit hOle project–to build a NATIONAL MUSEUM for children’s books!–has been extended until June 10, so you still have time to JOIN TeamPark! All team members will be entered into a drawing to win fabulous prizes: SIGNED BOOKS or one of five copies of a beautiful print by Grace Lin!

These prizes are SEPARATE from the Rabbit hOle’s campaign perks–they’re EXCLUSIVELY for members of TeamPark!

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–Are you already a member of #TeamPark? If yes, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Will you continue to help? Ask/encourage/badger friends and family to become part of the team! For every new team member you recruit, your name will go into the prize drawing AGAIN, to increase your chances of winning SIGNED BOOKS or the beautiful print above!

Here’s how to join the fun!

  1. Go here: igg.me/at/rabbitholekc
  2. Donate any amount to help build the Rabbit hOle, a national museum of the children’s book (HOW COOL IS THAT!??).
  3. Hit me with a tweet or DM @Linda Sue Park to let me know you’ve joined #TeamPark! OR email jordan@rabbitholekc.com
  4. If you’ve been recruited for #TeamPark by another team member, please tweet or DM me @LindaSuePark after you make your donation, with the name of your recruiter.