Knock Knock: My Dad’s Dream For Me
By: Daniel Beaty
Illustrated By: Bryan Collier
“Papa, come home, ’cause I want to be just like you, but I’m forgetting who you are.”
This story is representative of the author’s actual lived experience, whose father got incarcerated when he was only 3 years old. Whether it is through incarceration, divorce, or even death… this book provides a positive outlook on what a parent can leave behind for their child, even in their absence. I was moved, and even cried after reading this book because it put so much into perspective for me, as I always try to see the good in every situation (glass is always half full over here). “Absent father” is usually followed by “troubled child,” but this book highlights the contrary and demonstrates a father’s ability to still have a positive impact on the life of his son; even when he is not physically there to guide him through it. When time, space, distance, or death becomes the bridge between you and a parent/guardian there are always little pieces of them that are left behind for you to learn from. A beautiful story of a life far too many of us are familiar with, but also a story that must be shared. LOVE this book from start to finish.
Bintou’s Braids
By: Sylviane A. Diouf
Illustrated By: Shane W. Evans
“She asks, Bintou, why are you crying?” I say, “I want to be pretty like you.” She says, “Little girls can’t have braids. Tomorrow I’ll cornrow your hair.” That’s all I ever get–cornrows.”
A tale from West Africa, Bintou wishes she could have braids in her hair just like her sister and other village women. Unfortunately, little girls cannot have braids, so she’s stuck getting cornrows or wearing those four little tufts on her head. Haha! This story made me chuckle a bit, because there was a time when all I ever wore was cornrows! And I don’t remember getting tired of them until about 7th-8th grade. By the time I got to high school I had joined the Creamy Crack Squad and got a perm (womp). I was so over crying out of frustration just to get my huge mane of coarse-fluffy hair into a neat pony. AND LOOK AT ME TODAY, completely natural… loving what the good Lord birthed me with (YAS). Bintou too, learns that she is beautiful just the way she is and that she can style her tufts in ways that make her unique. Children should never have to concern themselves with the notion that they need to grow up faster in ANY aspect of life –and no society, no trend, no person should ever make them believe otherwise.
Freedom In Congo Square
By: Carole Boston Weatherford and R. Gregory Christie
Caldecott Honor Book
“Slaves had off one afternoon, when the law allowed them to commune. They flocked to New Orleans’ Congo Square. Sundays, slaves and free met there.”
For starters, the illustrations in this book are compelling and profound. Congo Square was a place where hundreds of slaves in New Orleans would meet to dance, sing, play instruments, and socialize amongst each other. According to a law called the Code Noir, Sundays were holy days and this was the only day of the week slaves had off from work. For some, slavery has sadly become just a memory but Freedom In Congo Square provides children and adults with the education that is necessary to understand the foundation of #BlackCulture and how we continue to fight today. This book has lots of information, with both the Foreword and Author’s Note sections providing historical facts about the history of Congo Square. Fun Fact! Jazz was born out of Congo Square where the mixture of African, Caribbean, and European styles led to the development of new music. I have been to New Orleans, but not Congo Square, so that is definitely on my list of places to go to next time around! Still today, Sunday continues to serve as the day where people gather and play music etc. in Congo Square… Now THAT would be a sight to see!
Barack Obama: Son of Promise, Child of Hope
By: Nikki Grimes
Illustrated By: Bryan Collier
“Barack heard God say, “Slow down.
Look around you.
Now look to me. There is enough hope here to last a lifetime.”
This book tells of the life of a man we know and love SO dearly, number 44 and the-best-to-ever-do-it, Mr. Barack Obama. It takes you through his journey from little boy, to the day he became America’s 44th President. With as many times as we’ve heard his story, it gets even greater, and really does something to you. At a young age Barack knew he wanted to live a life of service and advocacy, and he knew a quality education would get him there. Barack stood as the first example for every Black child, who now, can add “President” to their list of potential careers. I can still remember the day he got elected. I was a sophomore in high school… I cried tears of joy while my brother blasted Tupac Shakur’s “Changes” shouting loudly, “and although it seems heaven sent, we aint ready to see a black President,” but GOD. When he was re-elected I was a sophomore in college, and I ran across the campus quad screaming, “MY PRESIDENT IS BLAAACKKKK” Ah! haha, unforgettable. Barack’s story is grounded in hope, and he believed in the promise that one day he would impact the world. On November 4, 2008 and for 8 years more, yes he did. Yes he did.
Our People
By: Angela Shelf Medearis
Illustrated By: Michael Bryant
“Daddy says our people have had a glorious past, but that I have a glorious future.”
A young girl is taken through African-American history, as her father tells her all about what our people have accomplished. From building pyramids, to creating inventions that we use every day, her father presents to her the many black hands that contributed to our advancement. The little girl wishes she could have taken part in every moment of #BlackExcellence from her people’s past, but her father ensures her that she can impact her people’s future. Everything about this book is beautiful. From the illustrations, to the history, to the fun-loving relationship that is demonstrated between a father and his daughter; this book serves as a reminder that a child will only know as much as we teach them. Education starts at home, and if we don’t do the job, that can open the door for other influences to begin infiltrating what they think they know. After reading this book, you will be left feeling proud of our people, and excited for YOUR future.
A beautiful and inspiring story of the life of Jean-Michel Basquiat a legendary artist from Brooklyn, New York who inspired generations of artists that came after him. One thing I find to be amazing about this book is how the Javanka interprets Basquiat’s work in this book, as none of it is Basquiat’s original artwork. In the foreword Javanka encourages his readers to create their own art by collecting materials from people and places in their environment. This story is very informational and highlights important aspects in the complex life of Jean-Michel. Mental illness is also touched on in this book as Basquiat’s mother suffered from it; Javanka says, “I also wanted young readers and the adults in their lives to be able to use Basquiat’s story as a catalyst for conversation and healing.” Nonetheless, this book serves as a powerful tool to encourage children to color/draw/paint imperfectly, because the 
Ahh!! This book is brilliant and was simply a joy to read… and look at! Photographer, Charles R. Smith found this original poem written by Langston and decided to bring its words to life. And he DID THAT! What I love so much about this book is that it shows black people of all different shades, features, ages etc. demonstrating to all that while we stand collectively, there are a number of things that make us unique to one another. In the photographer’s notes at the end of the book he talks about his inspiration for creating the book and how he made his decisions. Charles says something that is very important and that was, “Only black people would be in the book, since they are who Langston celebrated. His words were not meant to dismiss other races; just to celebrate his own.” This a very important concept we should teach our children as early as possible and one we should remember as we continue through life.
Now I have to confess, I found and read this book more for me personally than anyone else. Haha! I am a lover of all things Langston Hughes and I saw a lot of myself in this little girl. This book is a tale of a Harlem girl who visits Langston’s home with her father, she too, is a poet. She talks about who Langston was and raves about her special trip to his house. First of all, I need to visit Langston’s house now! And second, I think this was a great way to connect an American cultural hero to the youth of today. While Langston lived during times of heartache and pain, he still created a number of masterpieces (novels, children’s stories, lyrics for musicals, plays etc.) exhibiting his hopes for a better tomorrow. This is a beautiful and inspiring book for both children and adults.
This book is calls out every Black child and asks them very important questions… questions that I feel a lot of people forget to actually ask black children regularly. This book is a reminder not only to the Black child, but to everyone who reads it, that you can do anything you imagine. We are not predisposed to stupidity (that is not funny – it is offensive & I’ve witnessed people laugh when that was said), we are not less than, we are not less capable, WE. ARE. NOT. LESS. This book is saying exactly this using other words and it charges the upcoming generations to aspire to take on leadership positions to positively impact our nation.
Listennnnnnn, if you have or know a young boy who knows how DOPE it is to get a FRESH CUT! This is the book you NEED. It truly captures the essence of “Black Boy Joy” and the emotions that come from getting a fresh hair cut at your local barbershop. It warmed my heart to also see different hair types depicted in the book — locks, braids, low cut, fade… even a woman with a tapered side (like I used to have) man oh man! I smiled as I read this, because it’s exactly what our little ones need to feel their very best! With or without a haircut, this book shares with the world a very special experience, that words have not been able to describe, in such an impeccable way.
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