I became a professional reader long before I was a writer when I was living in homeless shelters, subsidized housing, and welfare hotels with my mother in New York City.
Most of the middle class and affluent black folks I would come to know in the future would wince and give me a look I couldn’t read when I would tell the story that I outline in my new memoir, The Beautiful Darkness: A Handbook for Orphans. All some intolerant, ignorant bigots need is to continue to hear about the dysfunction of black families or the lie that we are all poor (living in inner cities) and broken and hopeless. But unfortunately, in my case, the dysfunction was just part of what I lived through as a kid.
I read to escape, mostly books borrowed from the library. Whatever was in the new book section. So, self-help, like How to Have Better Self-Esteem, because I hated myself. As a third and fourth grader in and out of public schools in the five boroughs of the city because my bipolar mother was not medicated and couldn’t keep a job, I felt like a burden; In Search of Our Mothers Gardens and Zami : A New Spelling of My Name and for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf were just some of the books that gave my spirit rest. In black girl poetry and prose, I could find serenity when my mother’s manic episodes or neglect threatened to erase the slight will to live that I hung on to.
I had not grown up in a big family, it was just me and mom. And my mom had been broken by life long before me. Her own mother had died when she was a teenager in a mental institution. She went on to have five children but I was born after Jose was killed by a city bus when he was 12 years old — a turning point in her life that I believe triggered the worst parts of her bipolar and borderline personality illnesses.
Reading was my main connection to the world, the only thing that I believed and felt connected me to an invisible community of other homeless children, other aspiring writers, dreamers, black girls, the poor who wanted to be anything but. Reading in the hood is a revolutionary act. It sends a signal to hood residents that you are not going to stay, that even if your body is stuck in tenements or housing projects or welfare hotels, your mind is on the path to freedom.
So I got beat at home for no reason other than my mother’s mania, and I was bullied at school for trying to find safe haven in the pages of books. While I grew up with my mother and she did her best to care for me, I was an orphan in the sense that I mothered myself and sometimes tried as a kid to mother my mother. That is obviously not the work of a child, but I did try. The main plague of my childhood in all of its adversities was loneliness, isolation. I wrote The Beautiful Darkness to save others from their loneliness. To offer solace to those who know what it is like to live the stereotype of a broken black family and are resilient in the face of it regardless.
We have often heard the stories of black women struggling with poverty and adversities with their children through journalists and sociologists who do outstanding work. Rarely do we hear directly from survivors. Maybe like me, they feel the weight of stereotypes and stigma pressing them away from the page. Maybe they think no one will want to hear their story or will buy their book, or it will not resonate because they have already read something similar — all variations of what I have heard.
But here is the dream I hope becomes real. Maybe, just maybe, a little black girl who is between homes with her mom who struggles with depression will be searching for a roadmap for herself way from despair on a library bookshelf somewhere. This book is for her.
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Joshunda, thank you for bringing The Beautiful Darkness into the light. I so look forward to reading it. The lifeline that reading and writing can provide to those of us who struggle in making our way in the world can’t be overstated. I am not the little black girl you have written this book for but I do hope she finds it. And I applaud and honor your courage and bravery in writing it.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful response.
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i’m back. i couldn’t wait for my little check and bought it today. Thank you for making it accessible through kindle. ❤
I’m so glad you were able to get a Kindle copy. I hope that it is helpful for you.
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It looked like you provided a free copy, but i purchased mine because that is the least i could do to honor your story. Many hugs. Thanks for being brave. PS It isn’t brave if you aren’t afraid. ❤
Thanks for your honest and courage, Joshunda. Tomorrow I talk to a some students about writing and it’s value in life. It’s more than what we share in public. In private, it helps untangle the threads of thought and emotion that keep us locked in destructive patterns. I look forward to reading your story. Thank you for doing the hard work of writing. Kathy
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Kathy, thank you for your thoughtful, kind words. I think that’s eloquently stated, that writing is more than what we share publicly. That is very profound. All the best to you.
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I was thinking of these stories lately, in that they gave me some form of permission to find motherhood in the pages of a book. They told me i could find mothering outside of the person who birthed me to abuse and control me. Reading is indeed revolutionary-something even my teachers in ugly prison looking schools could rarely appreciate or understand. And so i became a teacher, deliberately working in the inner city schools, because i had a lot of love to give. Without that-who am i? Disabilities and poverty robbed me of everything that mattered, but i refuse to grow bitter-just determined. i’m going to buy your book as soon as my little check comes, just so i can read it and pass it forward to my future clients. Thank you for writing something that took a ton of bravery. i hope you do something kind for that girl inside of you today. ❤
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read the post! Readers like you help me with courage.
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