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

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.