What if it’s all planned in Heaven?

What if the time of the demise is not the timing of the oppressed he controlled for so long? Didn’t the young Israelites wandering in the wilderness have a set time to when the wandering would be over? 

What if its all the timing of the Heavens?

At the same time of the great turmoil, great grief, great upheaval and great relief, there is a great God who is present.

There is a time for everything, says the prophet in Ecclesiastes.

How the uprising was planned. How  victory is spanned out across all the peoples of the earth is all part of how things are planned in heaven. 

The King had no idea of David’s plan to take down Goliath. He gave him the blueprint often used. However, this weighed David down. WIth great spontaneity, David removed that cloke of the past and met that giant with five smooth stones. He lifted his voice and said with emotions still felt today, “I come to you in the name of the Lord!” His words, actions and behavior opened up away for what was already planned in heaven: He would be king someday. 

We study the structure. We study the movement. We mourn our loss and we clench our fist upon our victories. But, what if none of these structures can be replicated by the young today? 

You had to be there, the elderly tell us, for you to have a truly understanding of Harlem in the 1960s, you had to be there. Even for us, you weren’t a part of the revolution until you were working in the revolution. Your presence was needed. The movement cannot be repeated.

We are now living at a different time that calls for new organizing and new organizers.

Read the past. Yes.

Learn the past. Yes.

But know your contribution, your calling, your now is a little higher than that of the past. 

It’s all planned in Heaven.

My thoughts after reading some of This is an Uprising by Mark Engler and Paul Engler for Professor Fort’s class, Topics in Black History: The Freedom School

Image take at Brooklyn Museum in 2025 at the Elizabeth Catlett’s show, A Black Revolutionary Artist and All that it Implies

An Artist Mother

When you are no longer grieving a loved one, it becomes your job to celebrate the life that has gone away from you. You are joyful about it because joy must be paramount to your life.

Most of all, death has a lesser sting when you celebrate it and I mean, celebrate. Celebrating the death of a love one feels good.

It’s not like celebrating one’s birthday or an holiday because it has a life of its own.

This is what happens every December. The month my dear Mother passed away- and the month she was born.

This time I celebrated her by doing what I was supposed to do- I went to class.

My professor sent the class a message on Canvas: today we will have a Special Guest. I thought,

I was planning on attending another event and skipping class altogether. However, in the past, the special guests proved to be indeed special.

I met a curator and a comedian who both lauded the class with stories of how they got their foot in the door and their careers running.

This guest, Canvas said, was the artist who published the comic strip, Being An Artist and Mother, named Lauren Weinstein.

I looked at her art and was moved. It was work we had already seen in the halls of Columbia.

Let me go see art and listen to an artist who highlights motherhood in her work. I thought while leaving my home.

After sharing that she dressed up to see us- to which we rubbernecked to scan her outfit- she pulled up her art on the screen.

When I became a mother, my art processing changed. I saw stories that needed to be told.

Motherhood opened up a new world to me of cartooning…

I love what I do and I love how I do it.

She showed us how she used her IPad and the significance of ProCreate and shared with us a graphic novel she was working on for 10 years.

Afterwards she asked us for our feedback about her work which I found most humbling considering her success.

I raised my hand and asked about the Black character and this led to a honest conversation about race and how to paint stories without being offensive to people or killing the authenticity of the story.

My friend, Paige, asked her what were some subjects she would stay away from when creating art which got the ‘that’s a good question’ comment from all over the room. This changed the conversation into a discussion about family and our duty to try and show family in good standing at all times. I listened to Professor Blake and Weinstein share how they protect their children from being exploited in their line of work. I thought:

Funny, that’s how mothers are. They have a strong sense of protection over their children. And even in the physical absence of a mother, I can still sense it. That protection itself becomes a part of your nature after a while.

Their rules to life itself begins to protect you.

My professor, Emily Blake, eventually started her lecture. She asked us to take out our projects we were working on.

Weinstein, who stayed for class, traveled to and fro and giving feedback on students’ work and ideas. Quite naturally after showing my work to my friends, we sat there giggling and speaking about anything from art to naming a baby.

Nah, babies need names not adjectives! I laughed. Can you imagine a baby named Resistance? I asked.

I actually like that name! That’s cool. Then we can shorten it to Res.

It was at the very end of class, when Lauren Weinstein made her way to our corner. She inquired about our work and even though everyone was packing up to go home, she sat next to me and asked me about my project.

My two friends who said they would wait for me left when they realized like me- this artist was truly interested in what I was thinking and doing.

I showed her my work and she inquired about the time period and gave me the idea to research the Liberator newspapers.

Look at the layout and read the ads or essays to see how your work should be laid down.

This was particularly useful for me as a writer and artist because it was the format that I had trouble with.

While looking at the images she laughed, I am from Boston and I know exactly where this is!

Her questions about the timeline made me think of how the work would be seen.

You’re integrating your students into the project…Your main focus is to show Black culture in Boston at the time and how schools got integrated.

She pulled out one of my student’s pieces from the pile and commented on it, making me change my mind of how I was planning to grade and present it:

I love this- this is like a map that this kid drew that gives you a sense …like this is the south…this is a plantation the student drew. I love this map.

Originally I thought, I’ll limit the pictures of plantations because enslavement in the north looked different from the south – or did it really look different? – but she highlighted that it was something about the kid’s thinking process and it shows through the map. The kid sees a plantation. This made me think of my over all goal which is to show how the scholars grasp this lesson on race and enslavement in the north during the early 17th Century.

Just like an artist, she left me with sound advice, keep the kids authentic voice in your project each step. You can even reread that childhood book- ( I can’t read it because I can’t remember it- I only remember the art. No matter how hard I try to remember the title or author….) for inspiration.

Just like a mother, she took time with me and listened to my ideas.

Of course I appreciated it but like all children there is always a part we forget. I can’t remember that book. Only the cat and maps!

I arrived home thinking of my Mom and spent the night searching the internet for the Liberator and the cat map book. Or was it a dog?!

76th National Book Awards

Smiling with Ibi Zoboi and Amber McBride

The event happened on a cold Tuesday night.

I took the wrong train and got off on the right stop. I walked into the auditorium after stopping by the table shifted book store.

I now carried 3 hardcover books plus the books I had in my bag to read on the train. I stood at the back of the auditorium and kept my bags and coat ready to make an exit at the end of the event.

But if course, I didn’t leave immediately.

Hannah V. Sawyerr, Author of Truth Is

Each author that shared, must have picked the best part of their book because I wanted to buy more. And I did!

I picked up two books from Young People’s Literature:

Ibi Zoboi’s (S)kin, and Amber McBride’s The Leaving Room.

Celebrating Professor Patricia Smith

After listening to Patricia Smith talk about her father and Mississippi, I just had to purchase her book of poetry, The Intentions of Thunder: New and Selected Poems. Her storytelling was sweet with sadness.

The nonfiction genre was difficult to pick from. I knew I wanted something but went back and forth between Jordan Thomas When it all Burns: Fighting Fire in a Transformed World and Claudia Rowe’s Wards of the State: The Long Shadow of American Foster Care. After listening to the finalists I decided that I wanted to hear more of the voice of Yiyun Li in Things in Nature Merely Grow. Her voice was pure grief but the writing technique sounded new.

Lastly for fiction, I bought A Guardian and a Thief by Megha Majumdar.

Art as a Happy & Calm Space

I went to an event last night and met a childhood star, Illustrator Pat Cummings, along with contemporary book artist: Nina Cruz, Selina Alko and Steven Savage.

Pat Cummings, just like Eloise Greenfield, is a heroine for all Black children. Their poems, narratives, art and dedication to the literary world for children of color is on an even higher status than The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. For, while The Very Hungry Caterpillar, introduced children all over the world to colors and counting; they introduced forgotten Black children (all over the world) to the world of books and self representation (along with their many contemporaries). Thus, when I saw Pat Cummings on the program, I made sure to clear my schedule and attend.

smiling with Pro. Andera Davis Pinkney (with an old Pat Cummings book in my hand that I got signed!)

Professor Andera Davis Pinkney was the moderator and started off by asking each illustrator to tell about themselves. Each illustrator pulled up beautiful books they illustrated and shared their art process. Selina Alko, a journalist like me, shared the most breathtaking journal. She created full page collages for each spread in an old journal. I watched in awe as she only showed us three spreads (it ended too soon!) and then showed us her images in her children’s book about Joni Mitchell.

I remember thinking, who is Joni Mitchell and I scanned the room and it seemed like everyone knew Joni. Little did I know I was about to find out….in class that night. (One of my classmates, Paige, spoke about a book she read and the book began with the character listening to a sad song by Joni Mitchell- then Paige spoke about feeling even more connected to the book because she also enjoyed Joni Mitchell).

Nina Cruz shared her books and spoke about digital art. I never saw her work even though I read books by her father Donald Cruz. She shared a book she wrote that I could have used last year when I did a fourth grade lesson on Richard Wright. She also shared a new book she is working on for older children entitled, Liftoff: How the Apollo Moon Mission made Alma Thomas’s art Soar. Then, the name Alma Thomas didn’t ring any bells but as I am writing I realize Alma Thomas is a favorite artist of one of my best friends.

The next to speak was Pat Cummings and she spoke with joy. Her voice was that of a visit to a favorite aunt’s house. Her anecdotes made everything about the event, homely. At one point, when I turned around laughing, another person in the audience caught my eye and while others settled down we continued to laugh. The following are pointers she shared with us for artist and writers who want to get their work published:

  1. Remember, Expression is Everything, little kids read people faces and body language,
  2. make every character in the book think they are the star of the book,
  3. build a world around the character,
  4. THINK, Surprise yourself and finally make it personal.

Lastly, we met Steven Savage who shared his clean and simple illustrations. He said he is wired by the “less is more” motto and ended his introduction by saying “My art is meant to be my happy, clean, calm space.”

“Wow!” I thought, “Imagine? Art as a job and also a happy, clean, calm space. What a thought!

I have Books for You!

There is no honor like an older brother going through his extensive library to hand you two books he doesn’t have time to read!

In July Tyriek saw me on my way to get lunch and in the hot sun asked me what I was reading. It was a conversation that was both annoying and frustrating because he caught me in the heat – reading the best part of the plot.

I am reading James, by Percival Everett. I told him while quickening my pace. His long legs caught up with my gait.

What’s it’s about?

Ugh! Really?

Yeah, I want to know. He kept his cool to my deep annoyance.

It’s a spin on Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn. We get to meet Jim, the Black character, and know of his story.

Tyriek crossed the street with me to the restaurant and for sheer big brother bothersome held the door for me while asking me more questions about the book. To which I closed the book and said,

Please, it’s extremely hot and I’m starving. Plus I want to finish.

Okay, but next time I see you I’mma give you something more to read.

To this I rolled my eyes and gave him an incredulous smile. Even though we talk about books all the time, I never saw him with a book in his hand! As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even walk with a phone!

But he did stick to his promise.

I was on my way to the library and with perfect timing, he met me in the nearby park with not just any books but Bartolome De Las Casa’s The Devastation of the Indies (a translated copy) and Leonard W. Ingraham’s Slavery in the United States.

I didn’t even try to hide the fact that he made a big impression.

Where did you find these? I asked smiling.

You don’t even want to know. Seeing that I was impressed, he started talking with his hands.

You want them back? I wanted to see how connected he was to his books…

Yeah, I want you to also tell me what you thought about them.

Gosh, he wants them back! I thought. So much for giving me books! Instead of showing him that he may not indeed get them back, I questioned him about the assignment part-

So, are you also giving me homework?! I looked at him in disbelief. He never told me about the homework part. He just said he was giving me books! (Books that now he wanted back!)

I need to know about them but I don’t have time to read them.

What are you looking for? What about them do you want to know?

I can’t tell you until you read them.

Really?! Tell me exactly what you are looking for-

I want to know if they are lying about enslavement. Here he went on a rant about the transatlantic slave trade and the movement of the people before the trade even began.

Instead of asking him the big question- What in the world are you doing that you can’t read?! I replied, Well, I’m only reading them because they are closely related to my studies.

I have more.

This time I smiled at him.

Tell me, how big is your library? And I do want to know where you got these.

This time I had all the time in the world to listen to him. He rambled on about the state of Black folks in America reminding me of my brother Jahlil over in Westchester. And I find my books all over the city, I don’t buy any of my books. I find all of them.

I shook my head in full agreement because I also find books. Especially books associated with Black history. I once found a rare Elise Greenfield book that’s worth hundreds of dollars in a pile of unwanted books.

Tyriek I’ll read and pass it back to you with notes. Can you look in your library and pull out more books? I’m looking for writings about Black children and schooling in New York City.

I got you!

Welcoming Mrs. Lesa Cline-Ransome

The most fulfilling day of the school year -this year- was welcoming children’s author and historian, Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome into our school on June 10th.

Last year the fourth graders read Finding Langston, a middle grade novel by Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome. They learned about the Harlem Renaissance and how it actually didn’t only exist in Harlem but in other Black cities like Chicago. They learned of writers like Langston Hughes and Gwendolyn Brooks. With Finding Langston alone, they spoke of many civil right issues, such as the housing issues that many Blacks faced then (a lot of them were able to relate to being homeless or not having a place to call your own). They also spoke of the right to a decent education and clean food. When speaking of rights, I exposed them to the 10 point system by the Black Panther Party and asked them if the rights that were asked for by the Party in the 70’s different from the rights we were asking for today. They also expanded their reading and writing skills. As their teacher I witnessed their level of comprehension increase significantly!

Below are mini paper colleges they did after studying the book’s cover. We spoke about different art mediums artist use. (By the way, I created my own reading packet which I will soon load on Teachers Pay Teachers).

Finding Langston‘s main plot is of a little boy who exists during the Great Migration. His family travels north for better opportunity- from a loving home in the south. The fourth graders learned that the Great Migration spanned well into their grandparent’s and parent’s generation. Their eyes grew wide when they realized how much this book was so closely related to the past yet to their present.

After we read the book, there was a celebration!

The fourth graders pose for a group picture during the Renaissance Party

The theme of the party was the Chicago Renaissance. Each student came in as a character from that era. I was the librarian who welcomed prominent writers in to the library built for Blacks. All day my students called me Ms. Vivian (after Vivian Harsh).

The following are the realistic characters my students dressed up as. From the left: Mrs. George Cleveland Hall (Dr. George Cleveland Hall’s wife), Lorraine Hansberry, Ms. Augusta Savage, Ms. Elizabeth Catlett (this character was so popular that this year they all mention an interested in visiting the Elizabeth Catlett show at the Brooklyn Museum…one of them went with me on a random Saturday outside of school), Ms. Katherine Mary Dunham (this character was the one the girls fought over- because who doesn’t want to be a dancer?!), Ms. Margaret Walker, Me (as Ms. Vivian Harsh) , Ms. Gwendolyn Brooks, the little boy in the hat was Mr. Langston Hughes, and the little boy at the far end was Mr. Useni E. Perkins (poet of Hey Black Child). The day of the party they came in full character… so full that I had to remind them that I was Vivian Harsh- with an emphasis on harsh. In high spirits, they traveled to classes and asked students and teachers to guess who they were after putting on short skits. My principal confessed that she didn’t know all of them. Her face lit up when the little girl said yes, you’re correct, I am Katherine Mary Dunham.

At the Brooklyn Museum with Mariah viewing Catlett’s work

The following year when I had them for fifth grade, I started the year with the book’s sequel, Leaving Lymon. With this book, they now spoke about family relationships, detention centers, food lines, and factories in America. They completed a food and race relations project for their work to be shown in a gallery in New York (will share the show soon). They learned about Blacks living in Milwaukee who faced harsh working conditions.

In Leaving Lymon, the reader meets Langston’s bully, Lymon, and finds out why he is a bully. This book teaches compassion for both the victim and the bully. Fifth grade used the lessons during the school year. They had disagreements and once there was even a fight but the core lessons of humanity and self respect was taught and even in very tough times apologies were made and friendships rekindled.

Right here, I want to mention the beauty of these two novels and how apropos it was for them to read it at the appointed time. During the school year, we as a community experienced a death and it was so unexpected. However, my class was already talking about social- emotional skills and self respect. I want to say it was because of the readings they were greatly comforted.

In February of 2024, some of my students joined the program (that I run outside of school) Soap Recipe, on a Black History Celebration trip to Philadelphia, PA. There, they met Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome at the African American Children’s book fair. And, oh, what a meeting! For a teacher whose joy it is to find ways for children to connect the past to the present and realize how valuable their history is- I felt loved when my students found Mrs. Lesa Cline- Ransome (on their own) in a gigantic overcrowded gymnasium. They recited Langston Hughes’ One Way Ticket to her between smiles and shrieks. Everyone there witnessed how learning, reading, and writing have the power to transform a human. Everyone was touched at how my students laureled Mrs. Cline-Ransome and in turn honored their educated selves.

One day I was at my computer reading my emails and saw that Mrs. Cline- Ransome was going to attend a book event with the Center for Black Literature in Brooklyn. I told my now fifth graders I was going to be absent because I was going to an event to meet Mrs. Cline-Ransome. I then asked them what they thought about inviting her to the school.

Will she really come?

I don’t know. But is it that hard to write a letter and ask?

With this question, they stopped to do what they did best- argue- about writing the author.

If she doesn’t come it will be a waste of time.

But if she does come, it won’t.

Ms. Hurley, is she your friend?

Of course She’s Ms. Hurley’s friend! She’s going to meet her!

I did what I did best- I quietly waited until they were done arguing, then told them to start writing. I was surprised by the content of their letters. They didn’t even need two days to write her. They put forth their best penmanship and diction. I didn’t have to tell them to use their raggedy dictionaries that they vowed to keep neat in September but by May were a mess. Each writer got up and got their dictionaries.

When I arrived in Brooklyn, I gave her the letters at the end of her workshop and she gave me 12 signed bookmarks for my students.

The author never forgot that moment in Philly, and said so when she responded to their new request to come and visit their school. She returned their sheer passion and joy with an excited yes! Even though she was in Europe when she decided, yes, she’ll come- she emailed me her interest in meeting my students.

Letter from Brooklyn

Before she came, the students went into preparation mode with tenacious energy. Needless to say, it was challenging. It was nearing the end of the school year and there were so many trips, events, and parties happening. In the beginning of the preparation, they argued and fought over who would do what until some of them wished they never wrote her. That wish turned into another argument (that I got involved with). But as time got close, the dedicated fifth graders (with some help from the nearby fourth graders) worked on mini skits, Bottle projects, and a huge classroom banner while their schoolmates read books by the author, wrote papers and drew images to honor her arrival.

When she came, my students were walking to the sanctuary. I double checked my email and saw that she was outside. I told the students and they rushed to the front of the building! All twelve of them were surprised that she actually came.

There are very few moments when I can say they stopped talking this year, and this was one of the them. When they saw her step out of the car they all got quiet.

That’s really her! I heard one student whisper.

They did not even run to open the door! They stood on stairs, gawking. Some were pointing while others stood with their hands over their mouths.

I told two students to go down and let her in- to which when they did like robots. Then, they continued to stand there and gape. She broke the silence by saying- Ahhh, …can I take a picture of all of you?! I, of course couldn’t stop smiling.

That morning, I ordered over one hundred dollars worth of KFC for the class as a surprise. After the two hour talk and book signing, they returned to a classroom that smelled of KFC. They ate with the author and put on their shows, read their poetry, shared their art and brought up their favorite topic – Ms. Hurley doesn’t know how to spell Tick- Tock correctly.

To add to all the excitement of the day, Mrs. Lesa Cline-Ransome’s husband, James Ransome, came and spent some time with us at the very end! What can get better than that?!

By her departure, they were back to themselves, doing what 11 and 12 year olds do best- show off (this is after arguing of course).

Before I end this post, I want to mention one question I heard one of my students asked her during her lecture. She wanted to know why Mrs. Cline-Ransome includes the father (as a character) in all her books. My student struggled to ask the question because she asked the question from a very vulnerable place. While reading the books and talking about relationships with my students, I didn’t realize that because most of them were in house-holds without their fathers, reading her books gave them a sort of insight into a world in which the father existed everyday- and this world, they learned, was a very possible world.

Thank You, Mrs. Lesa Cline-Ransome

Seneca Village

The fifth grade read Maritcha: A Nineteenth-Century American Girl by Tonya Bolden.

It is a wonderful biography on the life of a young person who grows up in colonial America. She is living in New York and even though is Black comes from a family that is hard working and not enslaved.

Maritcha Lyons’ Grandfather Marshall owned property in Seneca Village. Seneca Village was a large Black successful town with a school, three churches, and up and mobile people living there. The village was shredded apart before the villagers eyes by the city officials who took the space to build Central Park.

My class created a mini Seneca Village out of tubes.

My class also created their own auto-biographies as a book report and presented them in class. The most successful part was seeing them share their stories with each other after school. They were honestly interested in each other and were asking questions that they were not able to ask in class.

The 2024 National Book Awards

It was a nice treat for me to get off work and go to NYU Skirball for the 2024 National Book Awards Finalist Reading in November. It is always a good feeling to be in the midst of people who write because they read and read because they write.

I must admit however that I missed The New School’s atmosphere and location. NYU was a long trip from the boogie down! It didn’t help that my phone battery was low and I didn’t know exactly how to get to the Skirball building. My gps let me through a walk in the park that I hated but it turned out to be the best route.

As soon as I got there, I walked to the book selling table and was surprised that I knew no one on the finalist list. I normally would know at least one author but all of the author’s were new to me. The topics were new too which almost peeved me.

The book sellers from McNally Jackson Book Store were not sure which authors were there so I flipped through all the books. I brought The Unboxing of a Black Girl by Angela Shante, Buffalo Dreamer by Violet Duncan, and James by Percival Everett.

After listening to the authors read their works, I was happy with my selection. Angela Shante is a writer from the Bronx. The Unboxing of a Black Girl had a lot of topics I could connect with. The selection she read about schools and education was perfect. She even invited herself to my school while signing my book! Violet Duncan’s work I brought to share with my fifth graders. I was looking for work by a Native American writer and once I came across the story, felt it was perfect. Percival Everett’s work I thought reminded me of writing by James McBride and Sadeqa Johnson. His work used old black dialect which is something I enjoy.

During the intermission, I ran into professor and children book author, Dr. Michael Datcher. I met him in Philly last year and was happy to see him again. He spoke life over our writing and craft.

During the reading, I made a mental note to check out some books from the library just because the author read their books so well! Ghostroots by ‘Pemi Aguda, Whiskey Tender by Deborah Jackson Taffa, and Mother by m.s. RedCherries. The best reading (according to me) though came from the Translated Literature selection- The Villain’s Dance by Fiston Mwanza Mujila. The author was so animated I wish I’d taken my French classes more seriously in college. Even the translator, Roland Glasser, didn’t sound as convincing as the Frenchman.

Bisa Butler & The World of Black Women

African American women and mothers deserve to be seen, heard, paid, and protected. They must be thanked and acknowledged for all they have done and continue to do. We need Black women.

This quote was taken from Bisa Butler’s Materfamilias which was on display in the Spring of 2023 in Pleasentville, New York at the Gordon Parks Foundation.

Feeling the need to get away from the city, I took a short train ride to Pleasentville. It was my first time at the the gallery. It was peaceful. Unlike the overpacked shows at the Met where one can’t read wall text or study art without the humdrum of a crowd, the gallery was still. Only one other person walked in the gallery.

The wall text that introduced the show was powerful. I didn’t know much about Butler’s work. I learned about her family, education, and craft. As a writer, I appreciated the written lessons a bit more than the colorful quilts. Her message was motherly yet radical.

Indeed, we need Black women! I thought while reading and seeing…. Need!! Need. We are in dire need of them. Need. Need. Black women need each other and Black women must remember that we are comrade sisters. We mustn’t forget that we want the power to determine our own destiny and we must continue to fight for it.

Butler’s words were the most striking about her show. The quilts were stunning but the stories that were told were authentic and affirming of African American life in the United States.

I came across a quilt she did at the beginning of her career and by far, very vulnerable.

Her wall text and quilt text reminded me of Ericka Higgins, Lynn French, Yasmeen Majid, Cheryl Dawson and made me feel warm inside as my mother’s love would do.

Happily, I stood there reading with the intention of sharing and reflecting.

Colored Entrence, 2023

In Butler’s story you find multi generational endurance of the Black women. She borrows from her family heirlooms and Gordon Parks archives. She spins the story into something like of Joseph’s coat of many colors. Just like the coat was given to the child of promise, each story is chosen carefully reflecting the Black Body as one with promise.

Towards the end of the show, far on the left side, was a screen of Bisa Butler talking about her career, what it means to be a Black artist and the true responsibility of an artist.