I grew up in Harlem in a large family of working class parents. I learned about my history through my father and many experiences. My dad always had Black magazines, history books and NAACP and Urban League materials for us to read. We could take them from a small wooden book case that was probably our most prized piece of furniture. As I got older, I would walk from my home to the Schomburg old library. The walk was about 15 blocks. I loved to read and I would visit and read by topics. My family always made us conscious of the fact that we were Black and that we were a part of a community of people who had a history in this country.