Books

When The Opioid Crisis Gets Really Real

I had a conversation this week with a neighbor about her outrage about seeing disposal bins for dirty syringes in the bathroom of our local public library.

“I can’t believe they put these things in places where my children can see them,” she said.  “This is only encouraging drug use.  It is just not responsible.” (On the left is a picture of the bin she is talking about.)

But what is responsible here?  The opioid crisis is a very real problem everywhere, including in public libraries, where staff members and patrons are put into the unfortunate position of seeing this problem first hand.  Users are shooting up in the library.  Apparently, there have been 25 “narcotic related illnesses” in Boston public libraries in the last year and librarians sometimes have to administer Narcan to overdose victims.  This is a fact, whether you are comfortable with it or not.  I am not a public health expert and don’t know of a better solution; however, I would prefer the libraries to have needle disposal bins so at least if the user is shooting up, they will dispose of their needles safely.  I have been in five bathrooms in other public spaces in the last four months where I have found dirty needles in the sink, on the floor, in the regular trash bin or even in the toilet. Would my neighbor prefer her kids encountering the needles that way?

I ride the T a lot and have seen my share of people overdosing on the train or bus.  One time a woman sitting across from me on the train passed out, fell to the ground and started foaming out of her mouth.  Other passengers had the train stopped and took her off.  An ambulance came a few minutes later and took her away.  I hope she survived.  Another time, I was standing near my local commuter rail station and saw a woman lying down on the bench.  I just thought she was a homeless woman sleeping at first, but when I looked closer, I thought she couldn’t be homeless, as she was very well dressed, but lying face down with a very slow breathing pattern. Another woman came up from behind me and shook the lying woman to wake her up, which she didn’t.  Then I noticed there was a used syringe lying under the bench.  At that moment, the other woman called an ambulance.  The ambulance came and took the overdosed woman away. I hope she survived too.

Again, I don’t know what the solution here is, but life has become really real.

Why More Books by Authors of Color Are Needed

We Need Diverse BooksRecently, the Duluth, MN public school system decided to drop two American classicsTo Kill a Mocking Bird and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – from its required reading list because of their liberal uses of the n-word.

I agree with the books getting dropped, but not for the same reasons.  Quite honestly, there are many classic books by black authors that also drop the n-word a lot, like Invisible Man, Native Son, and Their Eyes Were Watching God and many others.  The two books in question written by Harper Lee and Mark Twain shouldn’t be removed because of the racial slur, but because they are outdated with problematic themes written from a white perspective.

When To Kill a Mocking Bird was published in 1960, it was groundbreaking because it was really the first book to address racism from a white liberal perspective. It became a symbol for white people who didn’t want to be lumped in with the KKK, Nazis and other white racists of the day. TKMB was like an earlier version of the #MeToo movement for white liberals.  However, the book did jumpstart the white savior complex genre, which is when a book or film that is supposedly about racism really centers around a good-hearted white protagonist and the issues of people of color are an afterthought.  The book should really be about Tom Robinson, a black man falsely accused of raping a white woman, but it is entirely focused on the feelings of Atticus Finch, the good white liberal who has to save helpless black people from themselves.  We never know if Finch uses his white privilege to challenge the racist status quo beyond defending Robinson, but apparently, he turned out to be a racist in Go Set A Watchman.  You can read more about white savior complex here.

As for Huckleberry Finn, while Twain was a brilliant social commentator, the portrayal of Jim and Tom are problematic and just downright offensive near the end of the book.  If anything, the book reinforces some of the racist stereotypes of black people during the late 19th century.

Because these two books are still considered great American classics, they are still viewed as the best books for discussing race in the classroom.  But in reality, they are not.  It is hard to have meaningful discussions about race with these books in a classroom in 2018.  I remember reading both of these books when I was high school 25 years ago, and my well-intentioned, white liberal teacher found it difficult to really have a thoughtful conversation about it because she didn’t want to talk about slavery or black men accused of raping white women.

The solution to this is not just hiring more teachers and administrators of color (which is a whole other conversation), but to also include more books written by authors of color in the curriculum.  As the country becomes more multicultural, in order to truly address the racial realities in America, students need to read more books from the perspective of people of color.  There are statistics to back up this problem.  According to the Cooperative Children’s Book Center, out of 3,500 children’s books in schools surveyed in 2014, only 180 were about black people.  The numbers are even worse for books about Hispanics, Asians and Native Americans.  In 2016, out of 3,400 required reading books from around the country, only 441 of them were written by authors of color (This number is black, Hispanic, Asian and Native American writers combined).  And this is in a country that will be minority-majority in 2050!

A couple of years ago, I wrote about my friend, Reginald, who is a gay, black man who works in a publishing firm that puts out young adult books.  He had an even more radical take on diverse reading than even I was thinking: “Schools should put a moratorium by dead, straight, white guys, at least at the high school level.  High school is a great time to expose students to diverse ideas and views since teenagers are beginning to develop their own identities and perspectives.”

As for his own reading habits:  “I don’t read books by white guys anymore. Those books don’t reflect my life, my color, my culture, my masculinity or my sexuality.”

It would be great if school districts included Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me and Angie Thomas’s The Hate U Give as required reading, but that is me thinking out loud. Again, I am not for removing or banning all books from a white perspective, but it is time to include more books from diverse perspectives.

Re-Read Book Club: Invisible Man

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. – Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

I like re-reading certain books, usually masterpieces, because I get a different perspective as I age and gain more life experience.  I have read Invisible Man at least five times, and I learn something new about it and myself in every re-read.

When I re-read it again last month, I began to think about my own invisibility.  In the book the narrator is recruited by the Brotherhood, an activist group mostly run by white people that recruits him to give speeches and become the next Booker T. Washington.  It was clear that the narrator was being used by this organization and he was expected to not have his own opinions because they knew what was best.  This reminds me of my own time working for a particular organization I worked for and felt invisible.

Similar to the Brotherhood, the organization I worked for was run by white people but most of the underlings were people of color like myself.  Even though the organization mostly worked on issues that directly impacted people of color, the white leadership thought they knew better than their black, brown and Asian co-workers because of “their history in progressive politics.”  Most of the white folks in this organization were 1960s hippies who were involved in the civil right movement.

Needless to say, I didn’t work there for very long…

They were blind, bat blind, moving only by the echoed sounds of their own voices. And because they were blind they would destroy themselves and I’d help them. I laughed. Here I had thought they accepted me because they felt that color made no difference when in reality it made no difference because they didn’t see either color or men . . . For all they were concerned, we were so many names scribbled on fake ballots, to be used at their convenience and when not needed to be filed away. It was a joke, an absurd joke. 

“Being invisible and without substance, a disembodied voice, as it were, what else could I do? What else but try to tell you what was really happening when your eyes were looking through? And it is this which frightens me: “Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?”

Ralph Ellison was a genius and you can listen to more of his thought process on invisibility:

My Year In Books 2017

I have been reading a lot of books this year, not only to stimulate my mind but to also block out President Dotard in my life whenever possible!

I made a list not only to share my reading habits but also to hold myself accountable to continue reading.  My new year’s resolution every year is to read more books, and I think I have achieved that!  

Some of them are review copies I received from publishers for free, while others are older books that I reread because of their relevance.

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

The Devil Finds Work by James Baldwin

White Man, Listen by Richard Wright

Truevine: Two Brothers, a Kidnapping, and a Mother’s Quest: A True Story of the Jim Crow South by Beth Macy

Difficult Women by Roxanne Gay

Spain in Our Hearts: Americans in the Spanish Civil War by Adam Hochschild

Redefining Realness by Janet Mock

The Algiers Motel Incident by John Hersey

You Can’t Touch My Hair by Phoebe Robinson

A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs

The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Alex Haley

The Mothers by Brit Bennett

How to Kill a City by Peter Moskowitz

No Is Not Enough by Naomi Klein

The Pigeon Tunnell by John Le Carre

Voices of Liberation: Frantz Fanon by Leo Zeilig

From Black Lives Matter to Black Liberation by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

In the Country We Love by Diane Guerrero

A Beautiful Ghetto by Devin Allen

The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace by Jeff Hobbs

This Is What A Librarian Looks Like by Kyle Cassidy

Ivory: Power and Poaching in Africa by Keith Somerville