I have found that there is a duality in my relationship with reading. On one side, A hatred that developed at a very young age. This hatred matured from feelings of frustration, disassociation and manipulation. I resorted to only accepting information from audio and video mediums. Reading remained undesirable and unnecessary until I heard myself read aloud. From the elegance of my voice to the seamless transitions of words, I fell in love with reading. Though this honey moon period was short lived, due to past hatreds resurfacing, I enjoyed the evolution of my voice. So, I dabbled in reading to strengthen my vocals. While listening to different people on YouTube discuss world events, seeing them express their views on media manipulation and seeing their anger toward the destruction of history, helped me to dissolve every feeling of mental manipulation. I was no longer lost. I regained my sense of self, which I felt had been taken away when I began reading, what is considered, “historical documents.” Once I entered college I realized that misunderstanding a sentence doesn’t
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It all began when our class started reading text about the renaissance period. How springs of knowledge sprung forth out of no where through out the western world. At the time, I thought to myself: “This doesn’t even sound right. Where are the black folks? Somebody is lying! Here we go with the mental manipulation tactics.” I then heard myself say: “But, I will find my ancestors in history.” That was it, determination. I didn’t accept what was handed to me. I distinctly that reading wasn’t to blame. I simply had to seek other text. Since I didn’t trust the textbooks given to me I stopped reading them. I did the text work required while hibernating my mind. I knew that I would reemerge eventually. I graduated high school only reading what was required of me from each
It all began when our class started reading text about the renaissance period. How springs of knowledge sprung forth out of no where through out the western world. At the time, I thought to myself: “This doesn’t even sound right. Where are the black folks? Somebody is lying! Here we go with the mental manipulation tactics.” I then heard myself say: “But, I will find my ancestors in history.” That was it, determination. I didn’t accept what was handed to me. I distinctly that reading wasn’t to blame. I simply had to seek other text. Since I didn’t trust the textbooks given to me I stopped reading them. I did the text work required while hibernating my mind. I knew that I would reemerge eventually. I graduated high school only reading what was required of me from each