Rebecca Chlapowski Cheated
I love to read.
In elementary school all the way through high
school I would get in trouble for reading too far ahead, a concept I have never
understood.
As an adult, I love to read, mostly I read murder mystery
novels, I have certain authors that I prefer, I read everything they write and
share the books around with my sister and children.
During my college education, I have been told what
to read and when to read, two things I despise.
However, I have not regretted any of the readings.
The readings have opened up many new worlds for me
that I am able to pass on to other people, and have fostered a love for many
different types of literature.
These classes have even taught me the importance of
history, which I have never liked; I now have a newfound need to know more.
My previous knowledge with
African American literature was none.
My only knowledge of minority literature was with
female authors, which for some reason, I never classified as minority because
they were making a name for themselves, and they were not hiding in the shadows
allowing someone else to take credit for their work.
I learned in a Jane Austen class last semester that
women writers are indeed minorities.
This gives me a sense of pride that these women
overcame so much to be able to write and have their works published.
I have found this to be true in the American
Minority Literature class as well.
This completely new world has been opened up to me,
so that I can explore it and learn more about people and history.
Throughout intermediate
school and high school, students are asked to read many novels.
They are chosen by some higher power that thinks
they know what is best for all students.
I remember the two most controversial books I read
was To Kill
a Mockingbird and
The Outsiders
both remain favorites of mine.
After spending time with the readings in the LITR
4332 class, I have found that these books are not as controversial as I had once
thought.
I would have loved to read Frederick Douglass or Toni
Morrison in high school.
It would have fostered a hunger for more by African
American writers and even history; the history beyond what we were taught in the
early 1990’s.
What learned most about in history class was from
the two research papers I wrote, one on the Watergate scandal, and the other on
the KKK (both of these done as my own personal way of rebelling against the
norm).
This was my knowledge of history, and thus by omission my
lack of knowledge about African American writers and other minority writers.
Today, in high schools, the most controversial
readings are
Fahrenheit 451 and
Freedom Writers
and those are in an advanced class.
The powers that be should really try some new
literature concepts to help foster the love of literature and not shut it down
with “this is the best we can do”.
I feel that I, and the present generation are being
robbed of the knowledge, love, and understanding that can come from being
introduced early in life to the experience of reading minority literature.
African American literature,
especially slave narratives are a great way to seduce a person (of an acceptable
age) into learning more about history and the story of people.
Looking through the high school web sites in my
area to find out if minority literature is begin introduced.
I found that two English teachers have Harlem
Renaissance, and one teacher has a cultural activity for AP students to do over
the summer.
I also found that history teachers have nothing on their
websites for either school, unless you count coaching schedules.
The teacher with the cultural activity is in the
town that is predominately African American and Hispanic American, the same town
where I was born and raised.
The second meeting of LITR
4332 class I was discussion leader for the poem
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou.
The first time I read the poem it spoke to me as a
woman.
I understood the undertones of the African American
influence, but mainly, to me it was a woman empowering poem.
I can now attribute this to number one, being
raised in a predominately African American town and second, by having zero
experience with African American literature.
Now, in the second month of this class, and after
reading Frederick Douglass, Phyllis Wheatly, and Harriet Jacobs, I can see in
the poem more about African American empowerment than woman empowerment.
This class has shown me the difference between
being a minority and a “double minority”.
I will be able to carry this knowledge with me
throughout the remainder of my life. The most notable thing I have become aware of is the intensity and the feeling that African American writers write with. Not only is the reader reading the story, they are engulfed with the emotions and the state of mind of each individual, no matter how meager a character they are. I am sad that our time on African American literature is at a close, and excited at what is to come with other minorities in literature and what it is going to teach me about history and the lives of others.
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