My friend e.E. Charlton-Trujillo shared this with me today.
I had to share it with you.
I've been writing this book. It made me see that not only was the literature I read in school all male and all white (which I already knew when I was reading it back then) but the art we learned about was all male, too. Even though the majority of my art teachers were women. Weird, right?
It also made me realize that the white girls I read about in books (books I read for fun--not those assigned all-male books) weren't like me. Just because we had the same skin color didn't mean we were the same and had the same ideas or wants or needs. I guess I was weird. (That's what everyone wrote in my yearbook, for sure.) Or...I guess I was made to think I was weird because I never met myself in a book.