Sometimes I think the nicest thing about Nikki Giovanni is she lets a good story unwind before you all by itself. And then I have to remember that's the craft, it appears so effortless in her hands. This book that I just got in a school book sale, for very little, is certainly a pearl without price, a deal here for anyone wanting to gift a classroom, school, library, teacher, child.
This is the story of Rosa Parks on one day as it should be told, as it unfolds with the language of that day, with the details and immediacy of seeming so right, of a realness that might include macaroni and cheese and hearing of Rosa's arrest at a Piggly Wiggly.
I love to ride buses. I rode them the first 28 years of my life exclusively. But nothing matches the heat of one of them in the true southern summers, and the need for them there. Oh that is another story to share of poverty and hard work, lives of hard work and hours of labors. When I rode as a young girl with my grandmother in Florida it was sweltering, noisy, lurching and an experience hard to think of how to place into a book. Yet this one seemed to sweep up that exhaust and fume along with the separation, the sections for the folks, the inherent separations of the south and seat it onto the bench just there, next to Rosa Parks as this seamstress going home. A Rosa Parks that was unassumingly good, who met and faced the barbarity of separate but unequal by refusing to be satisfied as less. No, on this day she did not stand and defer to a clod of a driver and a bus full of resentment and outright hostility that asked her to get up for a white patron. Rosa Parks asked then to be treated the way others expected to be, and she then we know so well, she was arrested. The simple act became a call to grace.
I think if you want to teach this story, and everyone should teach this story with children, this is the writer and this is the book to start the journey onto a way of our meeting to face fate. Onto a bus with questions posed to the audience of our humanity. Are we able to allow our shadow, our bigotry, our lie to be cast away and give to another what we might want for our own? Are we able to rise from this bus, this symbol of movement, shared ride as travelers, this place of communion upon a road of justice, can we meet here in Mrs. Parks and find a collective way of traveling together as brother, over the horror of some approximation of as master and slave? Can we within this moment carry it forward in times arrow into the collective consciousness to rise and lift a people forward from here on our seat?
This is what Giovanni encapsulates within her work and Collier illustrates to take to our children, the questions we hold out for them though our times to consider and collectively address.
The book is inspired, it is accurate, it is driven to you on a dream of southern telling, so that you can, through the re-telling, shape the possibility that this becomes the least we can do, to sit together in mutual respect and consideration willing to allow someone as fine as Mrs. Parks a nice seat after a long day of hard work as she thinks of the meatloaf she will be making for her family and the mother that has been ill she is caring for, who frames for us her humanity on a day all the world will be listening and watching her face and she will stare directly with her will at the national charter and what it must require of us in the doing.
And we hear Giovanni in the re-telling. Asking us again to ask these questions that must be asked and answered by every person. Who are we on this bus? By what will we be known?
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