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  1. Apr 2020
    1. support the literacy practices that young people already have but that are often hidden in the shadows

      Chris Rogers's tested out his Morlocks analogy for underground writers in our Educator Innovator webinar. 2 minute, must-watch clip. https://youtu.be/NCRaLMIKKSQ

    1. limn

      Antero Garcia and I have authored a book about annotation titled "Annotation" that is forthcoming from the MIT Press. We reference this speech by Morrison in the beginning of our chapter that examines the ways in which annotation provides information. Here's the opening of that chapter:

      "In 1993, Morrison was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature for 'novels characterized by visionary force and poetic import.' In her Nobel Lecture, she noted how language, whether spoken or written, can limn, or describe and detail, life. Derived from the Latin illuminare, meaning to 'make light' or 'illuminate,' limn has been used throughout literary history to generally describe—and convey the literal illustration of—a manuscript. One affordance of annotation is that it enables readers and writers to limn, or describe, their texts. In doing so, how does such annotation provide information?"

    2. Toni Morrison Nobel Lecture

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    3. “Once upon a time there was an old woman. Blind. Wise.” In the version I know the woman is the daughter of slaves, black, American, and lives alone in a small house outside of town. Her reputation for wisdom is without peer and without question. Among her people she is both the law and its transgression. The honor she is paid and the awe in which she is held reach beyond her neighborhood to places far away; to the city where the intelligence of rural prophets is the source of much amusement. One day the woman is visited by some young people who seem to be bent on disproving her clairvoyance and showing her up for the fraud they believe she is. Their plan is simple: they enter her house and ask the one question the answer to which rides solely on her difference from them, a difference they regard as a profound disability: her blindness. They stand before her, and one of them says, “Old woman, I hold in my hand a bird. Tell me whether it is living or dead.” She does not answer, and the question is repeated. “Is the bird I am holding living or dead?” Still she doesn’t answer. She is blind and cannot see her visitors, let alone what is in their hands. She does not know their color, gender or homeland. She only knows their motive. The old woman’s silence is so long, the young people have trouble holding their laughter. Finally she speaks and her voice is soft but stern. “I don’t know”, she says. “I don’t know whether the bird you are holding is dead or alive, but what I do know is that it is in your hands. It is in your hands.”

      What stands out to you in this story?

      What does that mean to you?

      Why does this matter to you? Why should it matter to others?

    1. How Long is Never?

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    1. On the History (and Future) of YA and Speculative Fiction by Black Women

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    2. I grew up watching X-Men, Star Trek, and The Secret World of Alex Mack. I also loved reading the Animorphs series, as well as anything written by Ray Bradbury. However, the YA speculative novels published last year would have been unfathomable to young me, a dream that seemed too far-fetched to ever exist. If I saw a Black girl in a story at all, we were depicted as suffering from a life of slavery, enduring racism and fighting for our civil rights, living a life of poverty and struggling to survive, dealing with psychological trauma and physical violence, or disappearing into the background as a wise-cracking secondary or tertiary character. I was never the hero, the zombie slayer, or the magic wielder. I was not allowed to have that dream.

      What stands out to you in this reflection?

      What does that mean to you?

      Why does this matter to you? Why should it matter to others?