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“A good book will give you answers to questions you didn’t know you had. A great book will give you questions to answers you thought you knew.”
— Give the Dark My Love by Beth Revis
The Cooperative Children’s Book Center has released the results of their 2019 survey on diversity in kidlit/YA.
We thank them for this invaluable work, note their commitment to adding Arabs/Arab Americans in future surveys, and present these graphs of their findings.
The 3,716 books surveyed have this many main characters total for the following groups:
Black/African: 11.9%
First/Native Nations: 1%
Asian/Asian American: 8.7%
Latinx: 5.3%
Pacific Islander: 0.05%
White: 41.8%
Animal/Other: 29.2%
LGBTQIAP+: 3.1%
Disability: 3.4%
“Taken together, books about white children, talking bears, trucks, monsters, potatoes, etc. represent nearly three quarters (71%) of children’s and young adult books published in 2019.” - librarian Madeline Tyner
When we looked at the breakdown for IPOC creatives who wrote and/or illustrated stories with characters of their own race, we found the following:
First/Native Nations: 68.2%
Pacific Islander: 80%
Latinx: 95.7%
Asian/Asian American: 100%*
*NOTE: these percentages include both authors and illustrators and, as pointed out by author Linda Sue Park for past surveys, Asians/Asian Americans are frequently illustrators but not necessarily authors of their own stories, meaning this is not fully reflective of #OwnVoices representation.
Black/African creatives wrote and/or illustrated only 46.4% of stories featuring Black/African characters.
This is the work that still needs to be done.
The bean jar
*gulps down pill 6 and 8*
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Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.
Alberto Manguel, Canadian translator and essayist
Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.
From Ruby Redfort: Look Into My Eyes by Lauren Child
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