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For Wellpinit and Reardan, my hometowns
Borrowed from CLP on 2/21/23 for reading with Ken Boas class on banning books on March 16, 2023
Ewww
Sad - but the writing is so light, so tender, the sadness is ok somehow.
Racism
The white world. The world where HOPE is allowed to live. So he’s an immigrant in his own country, because he has to leave his birthplace in search of a dream. p. 216
Deaths from alcohol.
Magical realism: the death of Stupid Horse in Turtle Lake, and the monster tree whose branches do not break when climbed, even those at the top. pp.
Banned for masturbation and other teenage vices.
He loves geometry - and masturbation, p. 25
Sherman Alexie’s
mirrors in which readers can see themselves on the pages of literature and thereby know their existence in the world is valid and true,
windows into worlds they might never have imagined.
Alexie’s brilliance lies in his ability to speak truth to power with humor, grace, and love.
—Jacqueline Woodson
fourteen years old, like me,
Do you know what happens to retards on the rez?
I mostly hang out alone in my bedroom and read books and draw cartoons.
I feel important with a pen in my hand. I feel like I might grow up to be somebody important. An artist. Maybe a famous artist. Maybe a rich artist.
I wish I were magical, but I am really just a poor-ass reservation kid living with his poor-ass family on the poor-ass Spokane Indian Reservation.
Oscar
Honestly, Oscar was a better person than any human I had ever known.
Jeez, how stupid was I? What kind of job can a reservation Indian boy get?
“Junior,”
wanted to blame them for my sick dog and for all the other sickness in the world.
we reservation Indians don’t get to realize our dreams.
You start believing that you’re poor because you’re stupid and ugly.
And because you’re Indian you start believing you’re destined to be poor.
Rowdy
Rowdy is the toughest kid on the rez.
Those rhythmless, talentless, tuneless Indians are most likely going to get drunk and beat the shit out of any available losers.
I was born all broken and twisted, and he was born mad.
What kind of men beat up a fourteen-year-old boy? Major-league assholes.
revenge also feels pretty good.
He’s a big, goofy dreamer, too, just like me.
Let’s do the math.
I was most especially excited about my first geometry class. Yep, I have to admit that isosceles triangles make me feel hormonal.