“Until the lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter.”
African Proverb
As a librarian and a teacher I was always looking for children’s books that engaged, excited and inspired children to read. The icing on the cake was a book which promoted empathy, diversity, inclusion; informed or taught…
Imagine a book that has the kind of humour that children will love - think farting futons and stepping in poop! Imagine a book that is a wonderful adventure with snakes, child-catchers and time travel. Imagine a story which promotes diversity and inclusion, which makes maths a superpower and history exciting. Imagine a book which takes you back in time, introduces some fascinating lesser known history and rather like the Jorvik centre, provides a full blown sensual experience - the smells, the sights and sounds! Here you go, The Time Tub Travellers does all of this. It is so good I immediately ordered a copy for our library.
Zula gets a C for her history project because her drawing of a typical Tudor family features a black family. Her teacher tells her that ‘There were no Black Tudors.” Zula is devastated because getting a good grade was a prerequisite of being a member of the Maths Team. Although she hates history, she is determined to find out more and prove her teacher wrong, what if there were black Tudors? Zula takes her friend, Milo, on a visit to her Aunt’s antique shop. Her aunt tells her about Reasonable Blackman, one of the first black tradesman in London. Reasonable was a successful silk weaver. Whilst exploring the shop, Milo and Zula find a bath tub…which is actually a time machine and they find themselves whizzing back to 1589.
I absolutely loved this book. It’s wonderfully written, engaging, exciting, funny - wait for the mention of William Shaker! It is a fabulous story but most importantly for me it taught me so much and was the very best book I could have chosen for Black History month. As an older person who was brought up on a diet of British colonialism, I am trying to relearn and address so many of the narratives I absorbed.