Congratulations to Suzanne Kamata, for winning a copy of SISTERS OF THE SARI, written by Brenda L. Baker.

Here’s Suzanne’s entry:

“I’ve wanted to visit India for a long time, especially since my brother married a second generation Indian-American. Since I have a daughter with disabilities and not a lot of money, my trip to India is a dream, for the moment, attainable through reading books like SISTERS OF THE SARI. The details in this passage made me feel as if I were on the streets of Chennai, jet-lagged, in need of a shower and a change of clothes, and yet eager for adventure. It reminds me a bit of my first trip abroad. I went to Paris at the age of 18, purposefully without a hotel reservation because I thought it would be more fun to track down a hotel when I got there using my Let’s Go France! book. When I arrived, jet-lagged, dragging a huge suitcase, with my basic French, I found that most of the hotels and hostels were already booked. I sat down on a curb and resisted the urge to cry. Ultimately, I figured out the metro, had a great time visiting museums and sipping cups of coffee in sidewalk cafes. My passion for travel was ignited (and is currently fufilled by books like this one).”

Dear Suzanne, I thank you for sharing your experience with us. I hope that you enjoy SISTERS OF THE SARI as much as I did.

Suzanne Kamata is the author of Losing Kei (Leapfrog Press, 2008), editor of Love You to Pieces: Creative Writers on Raising a Child with Special Needs (Beacon Press, May 2008, and Call Me Okaasan: Adventures in Multicultural Mothering (Wyatt-Mackenzie Publishing, 2009). If you are raising a multicultural family, I hope you will check her books out.

Have a wonderful day and thank you for reading. :)

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Guets Post: Dr. Mira Reisberg, PhD, on the Invisibility of People of Color

From Nathalie

Hi everyone,

hope this post finds you well, reading a ton, writing and illustrating even more, if you’ve embarked on a publishing journey. Talking of which, allow me to briefly introduce you to Mira Reisberg, who is a friend and has been my art teacher this year. Mira has a way of stirring up students’ creativity. She will challenge you, encourage you to give it your all, and you’d be glad she did. Mira and I talked much about her workshops in the past, and I wish I could take credit for her finally offering online classes. *grin* Anyway, through Mira’s Hero’s Art Journey, people anywhere finally have the opportunity to explore art through various media and why not, even give it a try at illustrating. If you are a picture book writer, I hope that you consider Mira’s e-course. Having a glimpse at the thought process of an artist might be helpful when you write your next story…

Without further ado, I’ll let you enjoy the following post. Thank you once again, Mira, for your help with Multiculturalism Rocks! logo and for your contribution to this blog.

P.S: Sisters of the Sari giveaway’s winner will be announced tomorrow, September 08, 2011. Several people emailed telling me how much they enjoyed reading it. If you’re looking for a great read, check it out. :)

From Mira Reisberg: author, illustrator, Educator
When I began preparing to teach my first online art, mythology, and personal growth course, I started taking lots of online art courses – many of which were wonderful. But I began noticing how few inspiring art examples there were from “artists of color” and how lacking in “diverse” subject matter most of the courses were.

I’d written and published quite a few articles about ”the invisibility of people of color” critical race theory and critical multiculturalism and taught many courses incorporating this subject matter, but it was all so academic. I realized I wanted to create something for the art fearful, beginning and experienced artists that was really magical and experiential for people all around the world, that included world mythologies, and diverse artists, and that was loosely based on Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey” where everyone is a hero on their own journey, complete with obstacles and hardships to overcome. I hope you check this material out on my website out at

During that process, I started reflecting on my own work and journey as a cultural and social justice worker and decided I wanted to write about it. I apologize for the slightly academic tone of this blog post and promise that my e-course is much lighter-hearted than this, if you are adventurous enough to take it. So anyway, here goes…

I’m “white”, or that’s my official designation. The difficulties of language and race politics have gotten us to this point where the language of culture, race, and ethnicity have become fraught with fear, anxiety, and resentment. As a Jewish woman, the working-class daughter of Holocaust survivors, and the direct recipient of violent racism and sexism, I’ve struggled with owning my “whiteness.”

Nevertheless, as a white person, I have all sorts of privileges. In stores, people don’t watch me suspiciously. I’m less likely to be pulled over by police or have to grow up in a poor neighborhood or go to lousy underfunded under-resourced schools making higher education and with it higher status/higher paid jobs less of a possibility.

If I were a white American, I would have been more likely to come from a family that owned their home and/or had been to college because of the GI Bill following WWII. The GI Bill provided free higher education and super low cost housing loans to returning soldiers. Unfortunately, because of the virulent racism of the time (slightly less virulent now), many of the returning soldiers “of color” (another clunky, awkward, alienating term) were shut out of this process so any possibility of an “even playing field” or “colorblind” society was nipped in the bud. Generational wealth accrued with home ownership/property value escalation and the benefits of job training or higher ed. and were passed on. But, not all white Americans benefited from the GI Bill and working class folks continued struggling generationally.

With the Civil Rights movement, the advent of “multiculturalism” in educating against racism/for inclusion/appreciation, and “affirmative action” attempts to encourage racial equity in hiring policies and scholarships etc. big dents were made but racism continued (check out schools and housing in primarily poor/”minority” neighborhoods and the wildly different levels of incarceration for drug and other crimes among different racial groups, or ask a dark-skinned friend their experiences of racism).

Issues of class, were/are also totally ignored creating further alienation, resentment, fragmentation and further reinforcing a lack of any kind of class unity that could address a social system that reinforces wealth for the wealthy (with the occasional exception to give lie to the concept of a “meritocracy” where everyone can pull themselves up by their boot straps – if they try hard enough). Affirmative actions did not include class as a criteria in their attempts to change “all-white” looking environments in many jobs and universities but of course this created great resentment from working-class people who felt shut out without truly understanding why.

In education, because of a desire to compensate for a near absence of images and stories of “non-white” (another ugh term) children in children’s picture books and curriculum – multiculturalism came to mean “pretty much anyone except white people”, creating alienation and resentment for those who felt excluded without understanding why multicultural inclusion was so important and creating the ridiculous concept that white people a) have no color and b) have no culture.

So as you can see, I’m very passionate about all this. I was lucky enough to illustrate some of the earliest multicultural picture books (Uncle Nacho’s Hat, Baby Rattlesnake, Where Fireflies Dance, Just Like Me, etc.) which I would now find problematic because I’m not of those cultures (that’s another huge issue that is too deep to go into right now) and to have majored in art and cultural studies while doing my PhD in education. From my own background and what I’ve learned throughout my life, I have a deep and passionate commitment to anti-racism and cultural appreciation of all cultures (including “Caucasian”).

Now I’m hoping that all kinds of people from all over the world will join me on this incredible adventure, learning to draw and paint, learning about ourselves, each other and about some of the many incredibly rich cultures on our planet. I hope this guest post has been helpful both individually and on larger levels. If I’ve piqued your curiosity do think about taking my course and help me get the word out by sharing this link

Here’s a sneak peek of some of the artists I’ll be featuring but before I do I’d like to share a quote that applies to all the terms I’ve put in “quotation marks” by either Laurie Anderson (or William Burroughs) “Language is a virus from out of space.” I love how elliptical, fantastical and yet strangely true sounding it is – when the limits in language make it even more difficult and sometimes poisonous to communicate about challenging things.

Fore more information on the Hero’s Art Journey, click on the following links:
Hero’s Art Journey Website
e-course registration

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GUEST POST: Poppa Was A Rolling Stone, by Torrey Maldonado

Note: Heartfelt thanks to Torrey Maldonado, whose article inspired me to start the Father’s Day series. This is a bit longer than a regular post, but you will be glad you read. FatherLESS Days is also featured on The Latina Book Club blog.

“Your father is dead. He’s gone.”

That’s what my mother told me over the phone.

Her words swirled a tornado of emotions and I couldn’t grab one feeling to feel. My father was absent for so much of our lives. Wasn’t he already “gone” to us? Yet, here I was experiencing his real death. The kid in me suddenly wanted him back to give us what he never had: his full and fully positive presence.

True to the song, my “poppa was a rolling stone.” He regularly disappeared for years and, during his absence, I didn’t know him. When he returned, my mom let him stay with us and I didn’t know him. He often disappeared into the streets, came home, and disappeared into his bedroom. From my first day of daycare to my first gray hair, my father spent more time outside with guy-friends and almost no time doing “fatherly” things with my sisters and me. He wasn’t just a “rolling stone”, he was what Latinos call “muy macho”, all people call “hard”, and my students call a “hard rock”.

At some point, my mom told me about my father’s rough upbringing filled with close relatives being more distant, “hands off”, and cruel with him than loving. She said he fathered me how he was fathered; he loved me the best way he knew how. Whatever the reasons he cut out, his absence produced two reactions: first, I searched for father-figures with mixed results; next, there was an empty father-seat that my mom worked overtime to fill.

Before I knew about Oprah, I knew a quote she loves: “It takes a village to raise a child.” During my Vassar College freshman summer, I taught in the Harlem Freedom Schools for Geoffrey Canada and “It takes a village” was our mantra. It sums up my life: a village-effort set up by my mother had raised me to be the first in our immediate-family to attend college. Within my village, two villages of men shaped me.

During the early years of my life, Red Hook projects was the safe place for kindergarten kids to play late outside. It was a Brooklyn community where Carmelo Anthony (the half-Puerto Rican NBA player) was born and raised until age eight; people looked out for each other. Then drugs ripped Red Hook apart and, by 1988, LIFE magazine did a nine-page photo spread calling Red Hook “The Crack Capital of the U.S.A.” and “One of New York City’s Worst Neighborhoods.” The crises in Red Hook created a crisis in the guys around me and in me: I call it “the boy crisis” ON STEROIDS. In 1992, my elementary school principal, Patrick Daly, was shot in the chest and killed in Red Hook. As boys, the two males charged with his murder and I briefly ran wild together.

Growing up, we saw our fathers—good men who got caught up in unfortunate situations—jailed, killed, waste away from drug or alcohol addictions, run away; it all left damaging impressions on us. A huge chunk was cut out of our community and a whole existed and that void was quickly filled with one-sided images of men from the media and our streets. During my pre-teen and teen years, a lot of guys and I spent countless hours absorbing and following “hard rocks”—real or Hollywood-created. I’d race to see Hulk Hogan on TV rip his shirt apart, brag about his twenty-two inch pythons (biceps and triceps), and body-slam anyone who disrespected him. I couldn’t watch enough Iron Mike Tyson fights where he knocked guys out in early rounds of boxing matches. If I wasn’t imagining I was Arnold Schwarzenegger terminating people in The Terminator, I pretended to be Darth Vader bullying the universe. I held onto these men because, in some way, it felt like I had a constant male-presence and, in imitating their tough-guy attitudes, I was becoming my father. Males around me (both younger and older) were slowly splitting into two groups: positive Gs (Gentlemen—who only worked to increase the peace) and Gs (what my students call a guy if he gets money, power, and respect—especially on the streets. They say, “He’s gangster.”). My father, like so many males, spent time being both Gs that it made it tough to tell which G was he, but most people agree he was a G.

A G could be a great guy but, like Anakin Skywalker, sometimes falls victim to the Dark Side. What makes a man a G?

First, they have money, power, and respect (and my friends and I wanted that because our families sometimes didn’t have what we needed, experienced powerlessness, and often were neglected or abused).

Second, Gs on a daily basis were seen or heard talking about fighting other males, disrespecting them, killing them, or helping them down destructive paths.

Third, these guys often lived fast—fast cash, fast everything—and sadly died young.

As sure as the sun came up, one of those things was seen in my neighborhood, in the media, or in our videogames, before sundown.

“Like father like son” isn’t what my mother wanted so she convinced the positive Gs from Red Hook and beyond my neighborhood to walk me from boyhood into manhood.

No “bom chicka wah wah” ever happened between my mom and these positive Gs. They respected my mom, how she raised me, and they sat in my father’s empty parent-seat every now and then.

I didn’t immediately bond with them. They weren’t like the “hard rocks” my friends and I admired. But they had my back.

Some just watched me from their hang-out spots to make sure I behaved. Others invited me to pay daily visits to their jobs so they could quickly hand me coins or (when times were better for them) bills so I didn’t watch with hungry eyes as my friends ate ice cream cones paid by their two-parent allowances.

A tug of war began in me. Picture me as a little boy, clipped to the center of the rope that both the positive Gs and Gs yanked in opposite directions. My small feet dangling over a yellow line on the floor and my white t-shirt asks a question in bold, black letters “Where Will I Stand?” Both pulled me toward their crew.

Not all Gs felt this way, but many Gs disagreed with the positive Gs on one subject: education.

I needed real thrills to distract my young mind from drama in my home and neighborhood. Reading and writing helped. Yet where I’m from, female-readers get called “geeks” and male-readers get called the other “g word” since people feel school is a “girl’s thing.” So I hid how much I read and wrote to avoid being bullied. Why did my mother have to tell the positive Gs that I had writing-talent and honor-roll potential? That just made them remind me at every chance they got that an education was my “magic carpet-ride” out of poverty and my most powerful life-tool. As for the other Gs, people had convinced them that school was either soft or shouldn’t be their top-priority and they passed that message on to me. Did my father see the value in education? Was he proud and knew my good grades would get me ahead in life? Yes. But he grew up in a home that said guys who read books and did well in school weren’t “real men”. I still remember times he told me I’d grow up to be a “gay” if I kept spending so much time studying at home. I worshiped him and almost followed his advice to chase street-thrills instead of chasing my dream to be the man my mother wanted me to be.

My mom, my village of positive G’s, and others in my village kept guiding my hands to put the pieces of the puzzle together until I saw the big picture: men like President Obama are “real men” too and I could read, write, do well in school, and still be a “real man”. As I started to look at this picture more closely, I realized these men weren’t “hard rocks” but maybe rare diamonds because they had more developed and polished sides; the President Obamas of our world had more to offer their families and worlds.

I used to feel jealous when I heard someone say they had read this or that book as a youngster that changed their life. As a middle and high schooler, I didn’t find that book. Growing up, I discovered something else. Comic books pumped me up the way sports, video games, and movies did—not chapter-books. I’m approaching my tenth year as a public school teacher and each year I see the same thing. Lots of kids don’t like to read chapter-books and, second, most of the books they do love give them a quick escape from their reality but return them to their realities without tools to solve their daily problems.

A couple of years ago, two of my “hard rock” male-students—both boys growing up with deadbeat dads and more negative male-influences than positive—had life-changing incidents. One admired the thug-life, lived it, and went to another neighborhood and was murdered. The other one’s father stopped flirting with leaving his family and fully abandoned my student and his mom. The boy came to me in tears and his change in grades reflected how much of him was taken away when his dad left. He soon graduated and I don’t know what’s become of him. Those boys made me say, “If I could go back in time, I would have done more as their teacher.” The boy in me who experienced similar losses wished I also could time-travel back and help all the Gs of my upbringing.

In reality, there’s no time-machine. I can’t rewind time and rewrite history to maybe save the life of my one student and strengthen the other. I can’t have my father back and if he was alive, I couldn’t change him. But I can practice another quote that Oprah often repeats: “When you know better, you do better.

A couple of years ago, I reminded myself that I knew how to write and I knew one thing to be true: if we want better men, we must get more boys reading, period. Reading set my mind, heart, and soul free to be the best I could be. It polished me.

So I pumped myself up: “Torrey, write the book that you, your dad, and Gs needed as a teen. It has to amp pre-teens and teens the way comics gave you a rush—the way sports, video games, and movies did.” So I laid out a plan to write a novel so real that A students, alpha males, Darth Vaders, and everyone in between couldn’t put it down. “It’ll show the roadmap that your mom and the village made that led you to become the man they dreamed you could be,” I thought. “It needs the exact balance of kindness and toughness of Red Hook projects and your schools. Make it an outpouring of your Red Hook life and the lives of New York students and families. It has to give readers a quick escape from reality but arm them to return to solve their daily problems.” It was from the fire that I forged Secret Saturdays.

This year:
• It became an American Library Association 2011 Quick Pick for Young Adults (12-18),
• NBC, ABC, the NY Daily News, and more have showcased it,
• The Kansas National Education Association put it on its annual recommended reading list for Junior High/Middle Schools, and
• Colleges assigned it as required-reading in Education Departments alongside S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders.

These are dreams coming true and magic happened during a school trip. Two fatherless students who remind me of middle-school versions of my father came up to me. They both hate to read and are “hard rocks” with capitals—H-A-R-D R-O-C-K-S. One boy said, “Mr. T., I know one of the raps from your book by heart.” Then, he lit up and looked into the air and quoted my book so perfect that you’d think he read it from a cloud. The other student started competing and said, “That’s nothing. Mr. T, listen to this.” Then he rapped another verse. Here are young males who weren’t showing the side of them that loves school or books yet they love Secret Saturdays so much that they show it. These males look to me and tell me “You’re gangster” for positive reasons. I am filling the holes in their lives with positivity. My teaching and writing is polishing them, maybe, into rare diamonds.

My father wasn’t around to see me make this lemonade out of the lemons he gave me. All my positive Gs and Gs aren’t around to see how they helped sweeten that lemonade. Yet, the two villages of men that shaped me influence my teaching, writing, and parenting and both male-examples help me to show boys that a lot influences their choices and they can make better choices: to evolve, to shine, and develop future generations of better men and fathers. I think of those two fatherless, middle-school boys who are 2011 versions of my father. They came from behind everything dumped on them to show positive emotions about education. Through them, it feels as if my father is alive and there is a chance for him to “know better and do better”.

o Torrey Maldonado’s Website
o His middle grade novel, Secret Saturdays

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Author Interview: Brenda L. Baker + SISTERS OF THE SARI Giveaway!

Hi everyone,

today I’m supa-happy to welcome and interview author Brenda L. Baker on Multiculturalism Rocks! If you haven’t visited her website yet, and haven’t had a chance to read an excerpt of her debut novel SISTERS OF THE SARI, don’t delay. You will discover a unique and funny narrative voice , topped by a contagious appetite for life.

Seat belt buckled? Let’s fly to India and learn more about Kiria and Santoshi, as well as writing outside one’s culture. :-)

Multiculturalism Rocks!: Hi Brenda, thank you for joining us today at Multiculturalism Rocks! I’m fascinated by your journey as a writer, as well as your adventures as a teacher, your experience with former slaves in India, which is one of the elements that make SISTERS OF THE SARI such a powerful story. Please, tell us a little bit more about it. As a woman coming to India from the United States, how were you able to relate to these women?

Brenda L. Baker: I’m delighted to be here, Nathalie. Thank you for inviting me.
Relate might be too strong a word to describe my interactions with the women in the shelters. Only two of them spoke English and we communicated primarily through translators. When none were available, we played charades. We shared few common paradigms and those we did were compromised by our different social standings.

Because I grew up prior to women’s liberation and worked below the glass ceiling for many years, I had a strong tendency, at first, to project my own thoughts and feelings onto the words and actions of these women who’d been stranded on the fringes of society. Eventually, I learned to step outside my cultural straight jacket with the assistance of my landlady, Lalitha, a well educated woman with a relatively sophisticated world view.

I rarely shared the opinions and motivations of the women I met in India, but I did come to appreciate their validity within the culture. For example, in the west, we value qualities like assertiveness and independence. Most Indian women strive for ideals like duty and submissiveness. To the best of my ability, I tried to understand my new friends in the context of their value system.

MR: SISTERS OF THE SARI has two main characters: Kiria, the CEO of an American technology company, and Santoshi, who is a former slave living in a homeless shelter. Regarding Kiria, I’m assuming that you drew from your culture and maybe from your personal experience. What were some of the challenges of writing Santoshi’s story?

BLB: Actually, Santoshi’s story was the easiest one to write because I had so much material to work with.
Her personality is a composite of two women from different backgrounds whose remarkable intelligence was hampered by their social standing. I had difficulty accepting the wasted potential of such amazing minds, although I believe neither of them valued intellect, perhaps even felt it was more of a burden than a blessing. In the book, Santoshi’s quick wits made her a success. This was wishful thinking on my part. In real life, I doubt either of the women who informed Santoshi’s character will be given the opportunity to spread their mental wings.

Santoshi’s background story is purely fictional. I cobbled it together from case histories of women in the shelters, observations of the child beggars on the streets, a few trips to visit the family home of a friend who came from a poor rice village, and the plotline of a skit I performed with the social workers who supervised the shelters. It was a little morality play about how human traffickers target their victims. We acted in schools where the children were young enough to appreciate the drama, also in slums and villages where illiteracy precluded the use of pamphlets to warn about the risks of trafficking.

MR: Like you in real life, your character Kiria experiences a cultural shock upon her arrival in Chennai. If I may ask, and from a Westerner point of view, what was the most surprising or maybe unsettling element during your time there?

BLB: Most unsettling? The discovery that toilet paper is not a universal concept. Guide books do not give this topic sufficient coverage. I was also extremely disturbed by the Indian worship of pale skin. I suppose it’s no different from our western obsession with body fat, but I come from Canada, a country with a long history of racial tolerance. For many years, I lived in Toronto, an ethnically and racially diverse city that was one of the last stops on the Underground Railroad . I could not wrap my head around the idea of judging a person’s worth by the color of their skin, even though lack of melanin worked to my advantage in India.

What surprised me most? Definitely jasmine. It’s not the Indian national flower, but it should be. Indian women wear it in their hair, but my hair was too short, so instead, I went out every night to buy a strand of jasmine from one of the street vendors, who sat by the side of the road twisting tiny white buds into fragrant ropes by the light of oil lamps. I hung it on the mosquito net over my bed and woke up every morning in perfumed bliss. Jasmine got me through some very tough times. It symbolized the Indian love of romance and the scent was a constant reminder to appreciate the beauty of the moment.

MR: A value from the Indian culture you wish everyone knew or drew from is…

BLB: Interdependence. There is a passage in the book about Kiria’s driver asking for directions. It’s intended as humor, but it’s also true.
I was deeply impressed by the cooperative nature of Indian society. People expected assistance from total strangers and they usually got it. Small kindnesses formed a kind of karmic currency. Mutual advantage was explored in the most casual conversations. People addressed new acquaintances in terms of relationship, calling each other auntie or uncle, little brother or big sister, in recognition of the importance of connection.

Here’s a little story I love to tell that illustrates this wonder aspect of Indian culture:
In Mysore once, my friend Esther and I were waiting to cross a busy road with our driver, Senthil. A blind man stepped out into traffic. Senthil pulled him back to safety and chatted with him as we crossed the street. When we reached the other side, Senthil asked Esther and I if we’d mind taking a short detour on our way back to the hotel because he wanted to give “uncle” a lift to the train station. It wasn’t a short detour and Senthil ate the cost of the trip, which came out of the gas allowance he’d been given by his employer. At the train station, the old man got out of the car, casually nodded his thanks in Senthil’s direction, then accosted the first person he bumped into for assistance getting to the ticket line.

Senthil eventually started his own tour company, no doubt helped by the bushels of good karma he collected with acts such as these.

MR: SISTERS OF THE SARI is your first book, as you made the transition from writing software to finally giving into your long time passion for novel writing. Congratulations on your achievement, I honestly couldn’t put your book down. I’m loving Kiria’s voice—funny and bluntly honest. What would you say is the most valuable lesson you learned during your writer’s journey?

BLB: Before writing a novel, my literary triumphs were limited to technical documentation and program specifications, both of which present facts in a way that precludes misinterpretation by the reader. Fiction is a medium that only works with the reader’s active participation. My first attempts to tell the story fell sadly flat, bogged down with clumsy footnotes and over-explanation. I had to trust in my readers’ intelligence, have faith in their ability to connect the dots of dialogue and action into a meaningful picture of motivation and theme. I still don’t trust completely, but I have learned to let go.

Side note: I asked Brenda if there were any non-profit organizations that she would like us to know about. With her authorization, I’m adding her answer, which I find surprising, spiced with a bit of a challenge. I think she just invited us to go to India (if we can) and help. ;-)

BLB: I’m a bit conflicted about non-profits right now. I saw many abuses of the non-profit system during my time in India and no effective solution to the problem of human trafficking. Like drug trafficking and prostitution, slavery is too lucrative to be eradicated by anything short of massive social upheaval. However, if you’d like to phrase this as a question, here’s how I’d answer it:
While there are many ways to donate money to causes, there is no substitute for donating your time and effort. In the spirit of “teaching a man to fish”, you are a role model for the people you want to help, a vision of what could be, a window into a better world. It’s also extremely rewarding. Who knows? You might end up writing a book about it.

MR: Last but not least, lassi or masala chai?

BLB: Salted lassi. When I have one, I remember the first time I tasted it, on a houseboat just after sunset, cruising the backwaters of Kerala , watching geckos skitter over the woven rattan ceiling while the scent of frangipani and hibiscus wafted across the water like a kiss.

MR: Dear Brenda, I thank you, once again for your time and for your passion. I wish SISTERS OF THE SARI much success, and can’t wait to read what will follow!

Thank you, Nathalie. I really enjoyed this opportunity to revisit so many wonderful memories.

To keep in touch with Brenda’s Books and travels:
o Her website
o Her Debut novel SISTERS OF THE SARI on
- Indiebound (support local, independent booksellers)
- Barnes & Noble
- Amazon

Good News: GIVEAWAY/CONTEST! (U.S. Only) From Tuesday June 7, 2011 until Sunday June 26, 2011
Heartfelt thanks to NAL Accent, a division of Penguin Group, that is graciously donating two copies of SISTERS OF THE SARI: one to a reader; the other to a high school library.

To enter the giveaway:
1- Visit Brenda’s website, and read the (short) excerpt from SISTERS OF THE SARI
2- Email me at nathalie dot mvondo (at) yahoo dot com.
3- Subject line: SOS Giveaway
4- Briefly share your thoughts about the excerpt read. *note: if you’re the winner, this will be published on Multiculturalism Rocks! on June 28, 2011.*
5- Nominate a high school library of your choice, if it applies. A shout out to the librarian(s) would be appreciated. :-)

The winners–reader and high school library–will be announced Tuesday June 28, 2011!
Thank you all for participating and for spreading the word.

Happy reading! :-)

*In case you missed it: MR’s Review of SISTERS OF THE SARI*

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Women’s Fiction Review: SISTERS OF THE SARI, by Brenda L. Baker

Some favorite quotes (would copy-paste the whole book if it wasn’t unethical)
“Santoshi couldn’t tell me where she lived, but the very polite young man whose armpit was hosting my ear offered translation services…” p. 12

“So Santoshi has been moving from shelter to shelter for what? Thirty years?”
“How old do you think she is?”
“Fifty-five? Sixty?”
“She will be thirty next month.”
Up to this point in the discussion Kiria had seemed to be handling the story well. But at the last statement her eyes widened and her head jerked back. “What happened to her teeth?” p. 24

Brief summary: Kiria is Canadian American and works for a big company. By a surprising (and unpleasant) turn of events, she meets Santoshi, who is a cleaning lady, in Chennai, India. Together they will build a homeless shelter for poor working Indian women…

One of my favorite books about India, written by a non-native, was THE CITY OF JOY, by Dominique Lapierre (1988). The story was adapted for the big screen a few years later. Let me be honest: THE CITY OF JOY was actually on top of my list. SISTERS OF THE SARI, the beginning novel of Brenda L. Baker, just dethroned it.

Even though this is an adult fiction, I chose to review SISTERS OF THE SARI on Multiculturalism Rocks! because it’s the type of books that teenage girls are likely to love sinking their teeth into–we all know they’re not waiting to turn eighteen to wander in the adult fiction part of a bookstore or library, right? Now why would they enjoy SISTERS OF THE SARI? Because Kiria, one of the main characters, is someone they can look up to. She is inspiring as a successful and ambitious woman. She is an entrepreneur, a CEO. She is real–well, she, um, has a “big mouth,” if I may say. She is a character so disarmingly charming that her age, her flaws, don’t matter. Kiria has you laugh (hysterically), cry (inconspicuously), and wish the book would never end.

Then there is her newfound friend, Santoshi, who couldn’t be more different from her. Santoshi might more or less be half of Kiria’s age. She is a former slave, is uneducated, and barely speaks English. She’s also homeless.

There you have it: major cultural differences, language barrier, opposite spectra when it comes to social status; yet these two women will bond in the most unexpected and inspiring way, defying all odds, proving that really, friendship knows NO borders, and making you believe the impossible can happen, to the point of challenging one to feel hopeful about a gleam future.

There are three aspects of the book that I enjoyed the most: it dealing with social issues, namely the condition of poor working women in India through topics such as slavery and human trafficking; the literal Indian journey it takes the reader on–the descriptions are striking; the multiple point of views, which include the situation as seen from Santoshi’s perspective.

Warning to future readers: You won’t wanna put it down if you read it before bedtime. Take it from someone who knows.

NAL Accent, a division of Penguin Group (USA), is generously giving away two copies of SISTERS OF THE SARI: One to a Multiculturalism Rocks’ reader, and another one to benefit a high school library. More information will be provided on tomorrow’s post. :)

For more information about the author, Brenda L. Baker, tune in tomorrow to read her interview!

To read the first chapter of SISTERS OF THE SARI, click here!

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Multicultural Familia™ Website Launch

This is exciting news! Thank you for reading. :)



Contact: Chantilly Patiño
Phone: (605) 413-7948
URL:™ Online Magazine to Launch on May 30th invites us all to join a community of diverse voices and discover the issues that matter to modern families.

Sioux Falls, SD – May 20, 2011 – A new online magazine will launch on May 30th to provide multicultural resources and articles geared towards modern families.  The magazine will address multicultural and multiracial lifestyle with special emphasis on topics such as racial and cultural identity, ethnic heritage, language acquisition, interracial relationships and multiracial parenting; with an overall focus on cultural awareness and racial unity.  The aim of the magazine is to bring people together and create a strengthened multicultural community online where individuals and families can discover similar perspectives, connect with diverse voices and find helpful resources.

Multicultural Familia™ was founded in April 2011 by Chantilly Patiño, the blogger behind Bicultural Mom, in an effort to provide arena for discussing the unique blessings and challenges associated with modern families.  Multicultural Familia™ consists of a diverse community of writers and bloggers from a variety of racial and ethnic backgrounds who share common interest in multiculturalism and diversity.  Multicultural Familia™ is a place where individuals from all backgrounds can come together to learn about new cultures, understand each other’s’ challenges and discover the beauty of a multicultural lifestyle.  Through America’s growing diversity, we are moving more and more toward multiculturalism, and becoming less of a cultural ‘melting pot’.  Today’s modern families are discovering that they are not limited to embracing only one cultural identity, but instead, can choose to cultivate a broader heritage.  Join us and add your voice to the discussion!


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Foreign Books Worth Knowing: NOW OR NEVER, by Ramendra Kumar

Favorite Quote
“All for one and one for all. Our motto should be the same. This is not only Rajat’s problem. It is our problem and we have to think of a solution, together.” p.31

Kumar, Ramendra. Now or Never. New Delhi, India: Ponytale Books, 2010.

Genre: Middle Grade – Young Adult

Issue/Topic: Father-son relationship; friendship; alcoholism; sport, i.e boxing; India

Oh, the joy! I just finished reading NOW OR NEVER, written by award winning Indian author Ramendra Kumar, and what a ride! It all starts with the setting. If you’re not from South Asia, be ready for a culture shock. Life in India is different. :) Rajat is a thirteen year-old boy who lives with his father, a bar bouncer. Rajat is pretty responsible: he’s a good student, he’s a good friend, he… looks after his dad. He is genuinely concerned about his father’s physical and emotional well-being. He cares about their relationship and he wants it to keep growing.

Shiva, Rajat’s father, lost his beloved wife when his son was only two. He’s been raising him alone ever since, and has made incredible sacrifices in that regard. The hardship proved to be damaging, as he fell victim of alcohol addiction. Life’s circumstances also forced him to give up a promising career in boxing.

Hurt and saddened to witness his dad’s life dwindle, Rajat decides to get him on the path to recovery–recovery from alcoholism, recovery of one’s self-esteem–by helping him get back on the ring. Will Rajat succeed in his quest? Will Shiva overcome his demons and win the fight of his life?

What I enjoyed in NOW OR NEVER, what surprised me
Often times when reading foreign books the format, the plot structure will be different from what we might be used to in the United States. I stress “United States” as opposed to Western world, because even within the West you would notice differences (French children’s books don’t always follow the same rules as the American ones, for example). It is the case here. The English has a different flavor as well. The way children speak is unique. The respect they show their elders, a mirror of the Indian culture, is shining; yet, the main characters are kids, which means they do have their flaws, and they have, for the most part, quite a strong character. The relationship between Rajat and his father, Rajat and his friends, is inspirational.

About the author
Ramendra Kumar is a prolific award winning children’s book author who resides in Rourkela, India. Among other abundant achievements, one of his books, JJ ACT, is endorsed by the United States Office on Drugs and Crimes. In addition, Ramendra is involved with non-profits helping children in crisis, notably street and working children. He is the editor of a website for kids in the age group 6-16, which is published from New York : Ramendra Kumar was featured in February 2011 on PaperTigers, on a guest post titled The Here and Now in Children’s Literature.

NOW OR NEVER has been recommended as a supplementary reader for classes 7 & 8 by the Central Board of Secondary Education–CBSE, the largest board in India. Though Amazon lists it as out-of-stock, the book is available online to the foreign audience on Word Power Books, a UK-based website. I wish it were also available on Kindle and other e-readers.

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