Please Sir, Can I Read Some More

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When Kalimah Priforce was eight years old and in foster care, he got more books the only way he could. He went on a hunger strike.

Every great story has its miracles.

A few weeks before reaching nine years of age, impossible became a daily part of my life as a foster care resident of a Bedford Stuyvesant group home–deep in the heart of Brooklyn. It belonged to the very powerful Central Brooklyn Coordinating Council (CBCC) of New York City.

There weren’t many leisure activities other than a single television that most of the kids fought regularly over. Residents weren’t allowed to leave the premises except to attend school, group trips escorted by staff members, or chauffeured around in vans to fulfill medical appointments. Rather than engaging in squabbles with other kids about which shows to watch (Yo MTV Raps was very popular then), I monopolized a small library of donated books to satisfy my insatiable curiosity about the world.

I read every book, many of them twice. As a result, I approached one of the group home staffers and kindly requested that they order more books to expand the library in a, “Please sir, can I read some more?” Dickensian way.

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I was the first to make such an odd request, so they ignored me at first, but I was persistent. Several hours later, I got my answer that it was “impossible” and that there simply “wasn’t enough funding for more books.” I wasn’t convinced, and it didn’t help them that I had just finished reading the stories of Peter Pan, Encyclopedia Brown, Huckleberry Finn, The Little Prince, Pippi Longstocking, and other precocious youth.

I wanted more books, and even tried negotiating with them.

I was already a vegetarian by the time I arrived to the group home, and my dinner selections consisted mostly of salads and breads. I calculated that for every meatloaf or chicken sandwich I didn’t eat, that the agency was saving a dollar or two per day. My suggestion to them was that they use the money they were saving to purchase of books.

They angrily declined and forcefully stated that it couldn’t be done. Since all my neogotiaitons failed. it was then that I decided, at eight, that if they couldn’t feed my brain, there was no use to them feeding my stomach. I wrote a letter to them declaring that I would fully withdraw from eating any food until they ordered more books. I was on a hunger strike, though I didn’t know what to call it.

They called my bluff, but by the third day of my hunger strike, they were getting worried and threatened to have me psychologically evaluated and be force-fed. Their campaign to stop my civil disobedience included bribing my fellow dorm mate to bring food to my bed.

I wrote a letter to them declaring that I would fully withdraw from eating any food until they ordered more books. I was on a hunger strike, though I didn’t know what to call it.

I slept most of the day because of my volunteered malnourishment. Once. I woke up and discovered a plate of macaroni and cheese (my favorite) beside my bed. I brought the plate to the kitchen, politely placed it on the counter, and returned to the male dorm.

Day four was when my life would be changed forever, as the offsite director of the group home visited the offices and photocopied paperwork.

I was mopping the floors near him (it infuriated the staff that though I wasn’t being fed, I continued to complete my assigned chores) when out of courtesy he asked me how I was doing, as he was directly involved in my social work case as the physically tortured and neglected Haitian kid who was brave enough to testify against his mother in family court. I replied, “I haven’t eaten in three days.”

After an immediate shock and awe, he quickly arranged for a meeting between me and the staff. Through its duration, I sat right beside him.

I always distrusted adults, so it didn’t help that they accused me of being obstinate, and that my eating disorders were due to mental instability on my end. Still, their words did upset me.

However, their labels wouldn’t stick as accurate depictions of my character, because prior to and throughout my hunger strike I remained well-behaved. I completed all my chores in addition to assuming the cleaning duties of other kids who were too ill or traumatized to complete them during their first few days there. Chronic or intermittent homelessness will do that to anyone–especially kids and young teens. It’s completely demoralizing.

He asked them for solid reasons why they didn’t inform him of the issue. They explained that they didn’t feel it bore enough importance to be referred upwards to him. This made him even more upset, and I was getting my front-seat first lesson on the spectacle of adult incompetence and mediocrity. They only cared about their jobs and would only exercise intelligence when they felt their jobs would be threatened, and so they “quieted” my request for books. If fear over the loss of their jobs wouldn’t have clouded their foresight, they would have seen this incident from the perspective of the director.

If word had gotten out to major media outlets that a Black (Haitian) kid in what was once considered “The largest ghetto in the United States—Bed Stuy”, went on a hunger strike after his request for “more books” was denied by a taxpayer funded group home, it would have rocked the entire social services community. A city and state investigation of the CBCC organization would have been made, and absolutely everyone would have lost their jobs.

The staff members weren’t thinking, and even at eight years old, I knew better than to take that level of stupidity too seriously.

The director turned towards me, leaned forward, and promised me that if I ate immediately after the meeting, he’d personally see to it that more books be added to the library. Though I didn’t trust many adults, I respected him enough to agree to the deal.

After the meeting was over, I went into the small cafeteria and ate lunch with everyone else. To this day, I’ll never forget that I had mixed vegetables and a cheese sandwich with plenty of mayonnaise. Grilled cheese never tasted so scrumptious.

Surprisingly, the next day men in jumpsuits arrived to set up bookshelves for the boxes of new books that had just been delivered. How he pulled it off so quickly, I will never know, but I marveled as I saw the covers of The Hobbit, D’Aulaire’s Greek Myths, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Oliver Twist, and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe for the first time. At that moment, I knew I would be destined to be the smartest boy in the world!

One of the female staffers approached me with an envelope, rather than lazily calling me into her office as she usually did. It was a typewritten letter from the director I had brokered the deal with.

I don’t recall the exact words, but it was a permission slip that allowed me the special privilege to leave the group home during visitation hours—to the local library and museum.

As long as I had the letter, and showed it to the museum receptionist, my admission would be free. I imagine this was a preventive measure on his part in expectation that I would finish reading all the books in the group home library–and I did. I was the only group home resident given this access.

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Standing up for the right to read books drastically changed my world. Eventually, I would be discovered by a Buddhist nun (impressed by my juvenile hunger strike story) and along with her monastic community, provided me with a free five-year-long formal education and tutorship.

In 1999, New York City finally ended a multi-million dollar contract with CBCC after a crackdown uncovered the foster care agency’s widescale mismanagment and corruption.

Also, it wouldn’t be the last time I held a hunger strike against seemingly powerful change-resistant forces. During my sophomore year at Central State University, when faced against a school administration that wouldn’t budge on its policies toward the dietary needs of students, I held another hunger strike that brought the heads of a major food corporation together along with college administrators. I presented my proposal that by tailoring menus to address the dietary diversity of the student body, it would save them money and benefit both parties. After negotiations were made, I broke my second and last hunger strike with a veggie burger that they prepared for me.

Every good story has its miracles, but every miracle needs pushing.

The problem with “in the box” education solutions is that they run counter to recent studies revealing that when we place students from lower socioeconomic backgrounds into the same classroom with higher income students, they still perform below expectations.

That’s because the key to knowledge is exposure, and exposure is what we don’t talk enough about in education circles.

The difference between kids that make it and ones that don’t isn’t decided by test scores or even their natural talents, but more to do with whom and what they are exposed to. Thanks to Twain, Barrie, Dickens, Caroll, and so many more…books gave my earliest dreams the push they needed to make the incredible journey from the confines of a Brooklyn group home to the learning labs of sillicon valley—where I currently run an edtech startup. My life’s work is about giving every learning miracle its push.

So every morning when I smile into the mirror, a precocious eight-year old boy smiles back at me, because his miraculous journey is far from over. Please sir, can I read some more?

photos: grilled cheese by lsiegert on Flickr, others courtesy of the author.

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About Kalimah Priforce

"Kalimah Priforce is a madman on a mission to transform children's lives as co-founder at Qeyno Labs---which works with local schools and partners to make "career day" an everyday experience for the millions of students that cannot afford private college and career guidance. He is also an educator-in-residence for the Oakland-based "Hidden Genius Project", a program that trains black male youth in entrepreneurial thinking, software development, and user experience design. He can be reached at @priforce on twitter."

Comments

  1. Kalimah, thank you so very much for telling us your story. After reading it, I immediately went and showed it to my mother, a high school special education teacher, who will probably send it to all the teachers at her school. I, for one, feel amazed and inspired.
    As a French major in school, I groaned at the prospect of having to teach schoolchildren, so I pursued a career as a freelance translator instead. But your article, coupled with a recent experience in tutoring, has made me reconsider the education field. :-)

  2. Tom Matlack says:

    What an awesome, inspiring story Kalimah. Thank you for sharing it here. You made my day.

  3. Kalimah,
    Your story brought tears to my eyes and chills to my spine. It is the most moving thing I’ve read in a long time. I wonder how many other kids there are “in the system” who, like you, are starved for books. Here’s to ongoing efforts to feed young minds.

  4. Love! <3 You are a brave person! Thank you for sharing your story.

  5. Wow. This is a great, great story. Sorta makes me want to re-evaluate how I spent my youth. Very inspiring! =)

  6. Brilliant story, Kalimah. Now, if only a hunger strike could help address awful BET programming…

  7. That brought tears to my eyes. I grew up very very isolated as an only child living in the country. Books were my escapism and my only friends. (Reading also made me virtually un-groundable because it doesn’t make sense to take away books as a punishment).

    I wonder if the people who donated those books will ever know they had such a big impact.

  8. Damion Trent says:

    This is a great story your fight for the right to read more books coincides and is analogous to that of Fredrick Douglass’ battle to learn to read and write. This reminds us that we all have a lot of work to do to become as extraordinary as you are in your innovative ability and quest to educate kids in a manner befitting their interest and learning styles. It should be the goal of all of us to help children receive the type of education, which enables them to achieve their fullest potential. Thank you brother for this inspiring story.

  9. Kalimah,

    I had no idea this was your history–the story brought tears to my eyes and gives me a new appreciation of how far you’ve come. What an amazing child you were, and amazing man you’ve become!

  10. As a 3rd generation life-long lover of books your story made me cry. What bravery and heroism from both you and that administrator.

  11. great story – thx for sharing :)

  12. Pretty much the best thing I’ve heard all year.

    When I was a kid, I read through all the books deemed appropriate for my age group at school, and demanded access to the books for the ‘older students’ in the library. Up until that point, I’d been reading picture books, kids books. I wanted ‘real books’. I wanted long stories, autobiographies, encyclopedias… all the things that a 7 year old at my school wasn’t allowed access to until they were 9 or 10. I was a very fast reader, I’d been reading adult sized novels at home and getting through them in 2 days, understanding every word. I got several detentions for trying to sneak in, or just outright walking in and taking the books I wanted to read. I was poor, my parents couldn’t afford my book habit, and there wasn’t a public library anywhere near my house or the school.

    Eventually, my frequent crimes of trying to learn landed me with a letter home to my parents, which resulted in my dad marching right up to the school and yelling at the headmaster. As he put it, the school is there for me to learn. Why in the hell would you deny a child that wants to learn?

  13. This is awe-inspiring! I really didn’t know how blessed I had been in my parents – our house contained, conservatively, 25,000 books (including paperbacks). I also had access to a great library system in my hometown.

  14. Thank you so much for sharing your inspiring story Kalimah – it brought tears to my eyes and made me think of all of those other kids out there who don’t have access to great books. I have put your “Please Sir, can I read some more” phrase up on my bulletin board to remind me every day of what we are fighting for.

  15. Now there’s a good and powerful story that needs to be shared with lots of people who, unfortunately, probably won’t read it and certainly won’t comment on it. Having someone want to learn so much that they’re willing to die for the cause… that touches me in ways I can’t express. Thank you for this tale; love it.

  16. Wow… amazing story. I worked for the city and remember coming to CBCC to shut it down. You are an awesome and amazing person who had enough ambition and smarts to pull yourself through the cracks of the system ! God Bless you !

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