This February, I decided to take to Twitter with my favorite reads for Black History Month. The hashtag (#youthinkyouwokebutyousleeping) turned out to be the most fun I’ve had all year. I love reading. I particularly love African American literature and history. I love teaching. I particularly love teaching about my favorite reads. Some of my recommendations were novels, some were memoirs, some were poems, and a few were songs.
I promised that I would get the list on my blog by the end of March, and I almost made it. I’ve replaced the song recommendations here with more book recommendations. I started the hashtag on February 5, so I’m adding a few more. Black history is American history, which means it’s not just relegated to one month every year. So I challenge you to pick up a few of these throughout the rest of 2018!
This list is in no particular order, and I offer it without commentary. Some of the books on this list are more challenging than others. Some of them will make you blush. Some of them will make you angry. Some of them will make you amen. But I believe all of them will make you think. I have put an asterisk next to the shorter works that teachers, in particular, may find helpful for their classes (from the perspective of a high school teacher). Alice Walker, Zora Neale Hurston, James Baldwin, Langston Hughes, Frederick Douglass, Richard Wright, and others on the list have written works besides the ones that I’ve listed that are well-worth reading. So have countless other black authors that didn’t make this particular list. These are just twenty-eight of my favorites.
- Their Eyes Were Watching God
- Every Day Use*
- Native Son
- Harlem Sweeties*
- The Autobiography of Malcolm X
- When I Think About Myself*
- How It Feels To Be Colored Me*
- The Warmth of Other Suns
- Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry
- The Road to Memphis
- Go Tell It On The Mountain
- The Negro Speaks of Rivers*
- The Narrative Of The Life of Frederick Douglass
- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
- What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?*
- Free At Last
- Letter From A Birmingham Jail
- Phenomenal Woman*
- Up From Slavery
- The Souls of Black Folk
- I Am Not Your Negro*
- At The Dark End Of The Street
- The Problem of Slavery in Christian America
- My Dungeon Shook *
- Raisin In The Sun
- The Invisible Man
- Song For A Dark Girl*
I just finished Americanah, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is unflinching in her approach to discussing (among other things) the state of being black in America. Also, you might save yourself some clicking on links if you just go ahead and buy Langston Hughes’ complete works.
Thanks to a new research project, I’m also reading:
- Christian Slavery: Conversion and Race Within the Protestant and Atlantic World
- Plain Theology for Plain People (by 19th-century black theologian Charles Octavius Boothe
- How Africa Shaped The Christian Mind
Also, you might save yourself some clicking on links if you just go ahead and buy Langston Hughes’ complete works.
I’ve been in Atlanta all week with my husband. We’re here half for ministry (for me), part for work (for him), and part for some quality time with just us two. We left on the heels of hosting my family all the way from Zambia. In fact, seven of my siblings, my mom, and my dad are back in our eighteen hundred square foot home with our sons. I should be laying in a hotel bed binging Parks and Rec with my husband. And I will be soon. But I have something to say about motherhood and mom guilt.
A few months ago, I wrote an article for Legacy about friendship. In it, I tried to be as honest as possible about the struggle of being a transplant in Mississippi’s foreign culture, and my own hang-ups with making new friends. I hit send. Weeks passed. A couple of months. Then the article went live. And I had more than one friend reach out to me and ask me if we were okay. “I thought we were friends!” Undercover Trust Issues I’m not a journaler, and I try not to use my articles as thinly veiled diary entries. However, there…