Joan steinau lester biography of martin luther
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BLACK, WHITE, OTHER
Zondervan
Copyright © 2011Joan Steinau LesterAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-72763-7
Chapter One
I'm furiously heaving it all into my green suitcase—the black Nike sweatshirt that I live in, my favorite Oakland A's T-shirt, underwear, jeans, charger—all because I have to go to Dad's place. It'll be my first time staying overnight, and even though I'm fifteen, he never even asked, just called and told me I was coming tonight. Period.Wow. "Fifteen" sounds good. I'm just getting used to it since my birthday last week. But my parents still treat me like I'm twelve.
"I don't want to go," I mutter when I'm halfway to the front door. Mom is curled on the couch under the lamp, head bent over the New Yorker and petting Rolling Stone, our cat we hardly ever see. Normally he only comes out from who knows where when it's time to eat, but he's lying by Mom as if he knows I'm leaving and wants to comfort her. I've seen tears in her eyes a few times lately, since Dad moved out.
Everybody says I'm the clone of my mom—except I'm the tall, tan version with "mocha skin," as Dad calls it, and Mom jokes that she's the short, white original. But it's true: we've both got red hair (mine's curlier and darker, with red highlights), the same p
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Mama's Child
Mama’s Daughter CHAPTER 1
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Fire in My Soul
Here is the remarkable story of U.S. Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton -- impassioned civil rights activist, hard-driving legislator, and one of the most powerful women in American history.
They call her the "Warrior on the Hill," acknowledging the battles she's waged as a political pioneer across more than four decades of American history. Perhaps more than anyone else, she has taken to heart Eleanor Roosevelt's famous pronouncement that "every political woman needs to develop skin as tough as rhinoceros hide."
Joan Steinau Lester shared much of the last forty years with Eleanor Holmes Norton. They met in 1958 when they were both students at Antioch College. Now an acclaimed author, Lester shares her friendship with the congresswoman and tells the story of one woman's rise to leadership. Charting forty years of political and personal challenge, Fire in My Soul shows Norton marching on the Capitol to demand a Senate hearing for Anita Hill; grilling Army generals about sex abuse; arguing before the Supreme Court to uphold first amendment rights, even for a segregationist; and much more. Norton's story is organically linked to Washington, D.C., home to her family for four generations, and reveals why she is now the voice of the city.
This fascinating bio