When I was a little girl, reading The Diary of Anne Frank,
I saw myself as Anne.
I did not see her color, nor did I see mine. What I saw was a little girl who was JUST like ME.
Anne was a dreamer, and so was I. Anne was a reporter, and so was I. Anne never spoke of her "color." Nor did I. We were both, GIRLS, living our lives as they unfolded.
Fast forward to today…should we see ourselves as "cultural images," or should we see ourselves as people, living out similar experiences, as characters in books?
I received an e-mail today from the RHAPSODYINBOOKS’S WEBLOG, written by two bloggers who are investigating cultural images in books through a recent blog post, I Don’t Know How To Rate This! Review of NERDS by Michael Buckley – Ages 8 – 12
"How are little girls of color supposed to love themselves, when every cultural image from the overt to the subtle tells them they are not the same as what is defined as attractive? How are they supposed to grow up to be self-actualizing, confident women who value themselves?"
I read the e-mail and wondered if this was something I overlooked because I wasn’t taught to analyze books in such way, or if this was an issue that was a subliminal, racism issue, that I wasn’t taught to appreciate.
Intellectually, I guess I need help with this one.
But first you should start by reading the post, I Don’t Know How To Rate This! Review of NERDS by Michael Buckley – Ages 8 – 12, then leave a comment.