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Resist: Ignorance 

By Laura Rink

Heartsick over the presidential election, heartsick for all the Americans who feel targeted by a president who doesn’t see humanity in all people, who sees Others who are Less Than, I needed to take some sort of immediate action. I felt a gap between myself and the people who have more reasons to be fearful of this new administration than I. To understand my fellow Americans better, I posted a note to my larger writing group and sent an email to some reader friends: I need book recommendations, fiction or non-fiction, about other people’s experiences living in America. By other, I mean other than me (white, straight, middle class) in any combination. The more recently published the better. Nothing 20th century unless the book is so good you must recommend it. Thank you.

In a perfect world, we would go out into our communities and engage with other people to learn about their experiences and concerns living in America. We would travel around the country or attend a diverse college or at least take classes that exposed us to a variety of people and ideas. I’m an introvert—seeking out strangers to converse with is not going to happen. But instead of doing nothing, I’m reading books. The best written books make you feel like you are in a room with the author or the main characters, in their minds, in their skin, sharing their experiences.

Everyone, thanks to the public library system, has access to books. Read to begin, or to deepen, your understanding of others, to create empathy, to see connections. America is diverse and that will not be changing. Knowing each other better will create respect and harmony in our neighborhoods, in our towns, and in our country.

Books read so far:

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, a novel about a Nigerian woman, set in Nigeria, and America where she writes a blog: Various Observations About American Blacks (Those Formerly Known as Negroes) by a Non-American Black.

Inside Out and Back Again, a free verse novel by Thanhha Lai, inspired by her childhood experience of fleeing Vietnam after the fall of Saigon and immigrating to Alabama. The publisher recommends this book for eight- to twelve-year olds, but based on the book’s ability to distill another’s life experience, it should be required reading for everyone, young and old.

The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, a memoir about a white family and the unconventional, poverty-stricken upbringing Walls and her siblings had at the hands of their deeply dysfunctional parents.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou, the first of her seven autobiographies recounts her life from age three to seventeen in the South and in San Francisco. Among many memorable parts of the book is the scene where her brother describes seeing a white man, grinning, standing over a dead black man, and her brother asks, “Why do they hate us so much?” Their uncle replied, “They don’t really hate us. They don’t know us. How can they hate us? They mostly scared.”

On my to-read list:

The Girl in the Tangerine Scarf, a novel by Mohja Kahf, about a Syrian girl transplanted to the American Midwest in the 1970s.

Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis by J.D. Vance.

Five Thousand Brothers-in-law: Love in Angola Prison, a memoir by Shannon Hager, about a largely ignored population in Amerika.

Juliet Takes a Breath, young adult fiction by Gaby Rivera, dealing with queer, latinx and social justice themes.

An Uncomplicated Life: A Father’s Memoir of His Exceptional Daughter, Paul Daugherty’s love letter to his daughter who has Down syndrome.

Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates.

There are gaps in my reading list, and the diversity of human beings will always make that true. But help me lessen those gaps: in the comments below please give me your book suggestions.


Author’s Bio: 

Laura Rink writes most days—short stories, essays, journal entries, sentences. She is currently working on a memoir, writing with authentic curiosity to find out how who she was has influenced who she has become. Her website LauraRink.com features an occasional blog and a picture of her calico cat.

Writing is Hard, So Write Like a Motherf*cker!

by Pamela Helberg

Writing is hard. Just a quick look at some of my favorite quotes about writing confirms this:

  • If I waited til I felt like writing, I’d never write at all. Anne Tyler
  • Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words. Mark Twain
  • A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. Thomas Mann
  • There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
  • Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open. Natalie Goldberg
  • There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are. Somerset Maugham
  • Easy reading is damn hard writing. Nathaniel Hawthorne
  • Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. Anne Lamott
  • Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: It’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen), and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. Neil Gaiman
  • I hate writing. I love having written. Dorothy Parker
  • The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. T.S. Eliot
  • Writing is hard work and bad for the health.  E.B. White

So, given that it’s so terrible, why do we do it? I mean, I spent the entire last three days agonizing over a research paper for a class. It had to be done if I want to get credit and graduate and launch my new career. But why else? Lots of people write who aren’t in graduate school. What drives them to the blank page, the shining empty screen?

I think Maya Angelou said it best when she said “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.”

And Anais Nin said “we write to taste life twice: in the moment and in retrospect.”

Others have said similar things: I write to find out what I know (Cheryl Strayed); I write or I will go mad (Lord Byron). I write for the same reason I breathe, because if I didn’t I would die (Isaac Asimov). A word after a word after a word is power (Margaret Atwood). A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity. (Franz Kafka) Writers are desperate people, and when they stop being desperate, they stop being writers. (Charles Bukowski)

We have to do it. We make sense of our world by writing down our thoughts, by dumping our brains onto paper and into our computers and picking through what lands, sorting the words and the sentiments into something coherent, something we can share. Maybe we write to just scratch that itch, or maybe we write because we don’t feel safe speaking our thoughts. Perhaps we’ve been silenced or shushed. Maybe writing is our way of processing so we can talk.

Whatever your reasons, whatever your pull, dear friends who suffer from this terrible affliction, this dangerous compulsion, pick up your pens and write. Write like a motherfucker! (Cheryl Strayed)

DSC00863Author’s (haiku) bio:

Pam’s a therapist-
in-training. Runner, writer,
Mother, black sheep, friend

You can find other
musings by Pam on her blog
which can be found here.