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 Cons of Visiting the Brooklyn Museum with my Class- and a Surprise at the End…

A little after I saw the Spike Lee Show and saw it again, I decided I should ask my principal if we could bring our students.

Yes!!

All sorts of planning went into the visit. I wrote out extensive lesson plans, created a slideshow, gave teachers the heads up about which videos and pictures to avoid and visited each class to prepare for this visit.

However, as I sit up at 1:30 in the morning and reflect on my day at the museum, I need to rant.

There were five teachers all together to help students in grades second to fifth. This was perfect because one teacher took students to the bathroom while another diverted some children’s attention away from heavy content and another was able to remind students not to run. However, all teachers should have been well versed with the show by the time we got there and one wasn’t. The one who wasn’t well versed in the show had the most to say to me during the show, while I was teaching:

I saw your class take a picture in front of those signs. Be careful- That sign there says- Bed-Stuy.

Yes, I know. What are you talking about?

You get it? Bed- Study?

No, I don’t get it. Bed- Stuy is a neighborhood.

Oh, really!?

I should add that she is new to the environment and the county, however; when teaching I don’t make any exceptions. She should have been the most silent person. Her comments and impromptu direction of the children made me work extra hard. At one point, she allowed the children into a room to watch a scene from Fight the Power before I could warn, pull children out ( not all grades were allowed in each room) or even say when they should see it.

I told the teachers when to move and what to expect throughout the show. I had to run to her and tell her no!

The older children who read intensively about the KKK were allowed to watch the scene from Black Klansmen. This gave them insight about their world today. However, I prepared them and spoke to them before they entered each room.

I told my students to go in – but she was on the other side telling them to leave:

They will go home and talk to their parents!

Yes, that’s what they should do! Go in!

Watching the video did give them insight. As they were walking out, they weren’t repeating things they often said about Trump nor were they laughing about the situation.

Why didn’t Trump stop those people? That’s the KKK! We saw that cross in the book (Kadir Nelson’s Heart and Soul) Why were they allowed to drive their car into the crowd? Did they go to jail?

The rest of the show I made sure to focus on joyous items. Kehinde Wiley’s painting in the last gallery was perfect to send them away with. They were told to walk into the image. Imagine you are at the investiture of the bishop becoming a duke. Some spoke about dressing fancy and others spoke about wearing a Dodgers number 42 jersey with Jordans.

Next, we visited the store. They were overjoyed to visit the store and I was happy for them. Most of them had $20.00 and no one had less than $10.00.

The museum moved its location and was still unpacking (hopefully). While there were items to buy, there was nothing that would draw the eye of a child on a school trip. Nothing that they could afford. This made the store visit the worst idea as I paid the difference for my students.

All of the toys were $35.00 and above. I tried to tell them to buy the postcards but honestly, even I wasn’t interested in the art on the postcards. They ran to the pens. But- who really wants a pen? Others brought highlighters in a plastic box. There were paint pens that they looked at but the store manager stood by and told them it was not for children. Then I directed them to the journals and magnets from an previous Kehinde Wiley show.

Look, this art is by Kehinde Wiley! They ran to me and asked for the price. Each journal was a different price! The one the girls were drawn to with a lady on the cover was $29.00 so they got the one with a man on the cover for $28.00. The museum gave me a ten percent educators discount (after I asked for it), but added New York State tax and New York City tax and took off 9 cents because we were commuters. This left us at $27.43.

I complained in the store about the prices and asked the workers to please bring this up at the next staff meeting. One worker told me the Met is doing the same thing as If this was an excuse for highway robbery. I never had this experience in the Met.

It just frustrates me to go into a museum and finally see art that relates to me but to visit the store and everything is extremely overpriced! The only memorabilia related to the show they could afford was the journal. None of Spike Lee’s objects were on postcards.

One customer watching said he also noticed that there was nothing for children to buy for the amount they had in their hands. My students each gave me gratitude hugs. I spent over $100.00 paying the difference on journals. One fourth grader whose parents gave her $30.00 was able to afford a Basquiat book which she told me she was buying for her research project. A second grader whose parents gave her 15.00 picked up a mini box puzzle of a pizza. The rest brought a journal and some pens.

For two children who did not come with money (out of 30 children), I purchased different types of post cards for them to choose from and one Journal for myself. As I gave the cashier my card, she put a smile on my face. – I want to buy this for you. The work you do is very important. She then gave me a hug and asked me my name. I was very surprised and taken aback by her humanitarian gesture. Even if she didn’t buy my items, reminding me about the work I do, was what I will remember about the entire trip. I won’t even bring up the teacher’s annoying behavior in the next staff meeting!

Louis Mendes’ Camera

Louis Mendes is one of the few authentic photographers around. He built the camera he is holding to develop polaroid film. In this photo, he is showing the curious child, all the many parts of his camera and at the same time, unscrewing the blown out light bulb- which he gave to her for keep sakes.

With Jamel Shabazz

I’m standing with photographer, Brother Jamel Shabazz after an inspirational photography walk in Brooklyn’s prospect park. It is always moving to see how Brother Shabazz works with so many artist in the community and how he intentionally passes on his craft.

He created a warm and family atmosphere at the walk. Anyone could tell how deeply he cared about the legacy of his craft. After the event, even though it was extremely hot, everyone stayed around to network and support each other. I was extremely tired afterwards but also motivated.

When Terrence was taking this photo, It was a bit funny because Brother Shabazz is like a giant! He surprised me and kneeled down just when Terrence clicked the button.