Yesterday after my rant on appreciating black history and beauty I told my cousin that we would be going to the library to read about it.
It was not a joke, nor a threat.
Before he picked his book I sat down and had a one-on-one talk with him about the importance of learning our history. At first he was resistant (he hates reading).
But after a while all he could do was smile and he told me that he loved me for making him learn what no one else will.
My heart jumped for joy.
that’s awesome of you.
When we got back home he was so excited he couldn’t stop talking about it. I was smiling so hard lol
start em young!
i firmly believe that most of the black kids that hate reading just need to be given the right books
the books that matter to them