Censoring: Ban ———
I want to confess to you that I’ve been engaged in a bit of furtive censorship myself.
India Daniels graduated in 2017 with majors in history and English literature. Her first year out of Calvin, she moved home to Chicago to serve as an AmeriCorps VISTA at Turning the Page, a nonprofit promoting parent engagement and literacy in North Lawndale schools. She now assists Turning the Page’s used bookstores and coordinates a citizen-reporter program for City Bureau, a civic journalism lab on the South Side.
by India Daniels | Mar 5, 2019 | 0 comments
I want to confess to you that I’ve been engaged in a bit of furtive censorship myself.
by India Daniels | Feb 5, 2019 | 1 comment
I am down one more link that could help me make sense of this family.
by India Daniels | Jan 5, 2019 | 0 comments
The most interesting places felt quiet, frozen, and deeply layered.
by India Daniels | Dec 5, 2018 | 0 comments
The word alderman has Anglo-Saxon origins: a noble (serving the king) as ruler of a local district. Quite literally it means “old man.”
by India Daniels | Nov 5, 2018 | 0 comments
Seeing chipped stained glass and other signs of disrepair was dismaying, but it also renewed my appreciation of how church architecture brings grandeur into public space.
by India Daniels | Oct 5, 2018 | 0 comments
We speak to get outside of our own heads. I don’t think it particularly matters if you don’t always have an audience.
by India Daniels | Sep 5, 2018 | 0 comments
I stitched together my favorite childhood flannel sheets and some old towels to make my own sentimental reusable paper towels.
by India Daniels | Aug 5, 2018 | 0 comments
Taken as a whole, AmeriCorps VISTA is the lifeblood of nonprofit social service programs in this country, utilizing the interest and availability of young people for the greater good.
by India Daniels | Jul 5, 2018 | 0 comments
It’s a kitsch I find myself unexpectedly into. I try to keep up with the quick footwork at square dances, I voluntarily turn the radio dial to the country music station, I pronounce the names of nearby towns like the locals do.
by India Daniels | Jun 5, 2018 | 0 comments
Daunted by the rightness of wrong, by the wrongness of right, by the thought that this is the nature of knowledge we inherit.
by India Daniels | May 5, 2018 | 0 comments
One Monday morning a couple weeks ago, a man did something I should have been prepared for.
by India Daniels | Apr 5, 2018 | 0 comments
I haven’t outgrown my loneliness, but I do think I’m growing into my own solitude.
by India Daniels | Mar 5, 2018 | 0 comments
With a new pastor in the pulpit after a long stretch of interim pastors, I’ve been hopeful. But in the past few months, we’ve hit a new series of lows.
by India Daniels | Feb 5, 2018 | 0 comments
The call for diversity in children’s literature is based on the idea of windows and mirrors.
by India Daniels | Jan 5, 2018 | 0 comments
He gave of himself, and I fear I failed to give back. I strove to be polite and unobtrusive and if not intelligent then at least not stupid. I fear I failed to let him know me, because I did not know myself.
by India Daniels | Dec 5, 2017 | 0 comments
The room was smaller than I expected, square with leaded glass windows and peeling paint, a water-stained chartreuse couch and scattered chairs.
by India Daniels | Nov 5, 2017 | 0 comments
I’m named after my father’s homeland, a place I know very little about. Because he’s dead, Indian culture is not something I absorb in my everyday life.
by India Daniels | Sep 5, 2017 | 0 comments
Last Sunday, I stopped to get coffee before church when a woman hesitantly approached and asked if I was a Christian. I told her I was.
by India Daniels | Aug 5, 2017 | 0 comments
As I’ve been moving my life into this new room, I’ve been dismantling the one in the southwest suburbs of Chicago where I slept in from the age of ten until I left for college.
by India Daniels | Jul 29, 2017 | 0 comments
I’ve come to appreciate this about Haruko. When I would rather stick to polite smiles and communication mediated by Shiki, she speaks Japanese at me and throws in English words, gestures, and images until I understand.