In August 2020, I committed to spending an entire year reading books written by authors of colors. I would read nothing by a white author, with two exceptions: one book by one of my favorite authors that I had been waiting a while for, and any educational/historical books on racism that were part of work efforts (which ended up being only White Fragility). I had long ago recognized that “classic” books were male dominated – in middle school and high school, most of our reading lists are books by men or male-identifying people. I felt this lack of diversity, especially when writing essays or preparing for the AP English test, but I easily balanced it by filling my for-enjoyment reading lists with anything my heart desired. In fact, I probably skipped a lot of classics simply because they were written by men and instead read Jane Eyre, Little Women, and all of Jane Austen’s books early (and often!). And though we read a few books by authors of color throughout my school years, I, like many white people, had a blind spot into how white my reading list became.
So, last summer when I committed my year to the theme of “Educate and Expand”, I decided that one way I needed to expand my knowledge was by examining the books I read and actively diversifying my reading list.
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This year will be the first time I do not watch the Super Bowl. And while I am extremely aware of it (trust me my neighbors are already making me aware of it and it’s still hours to game time) and that I might be missing information for conversations at the office this week, I’m pretty happy about the decision. I’ve never liked football or enjoyed watching the game. I would watch because it was the thing to do, because my brother/dad/friends wanted to watch it, because I’m in marketing and wanted to see the commercials.
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