Books with author Val Ross

Winner of the 2004 Norma Fleck Award for Canadian children’s non-fictionHonor Book for the Society of School Librarians International’s Best Book Award – Social Studies, Grades 7-12Shortlisted for the Children's Literature Roundtable Information Book of the Year2003 winner of the Mr. Christie’s Book Award SealShortlisted for the 2004 Norma Fleck Award for Canadian Children’s Non-fictionIncluded on VOYA’s ninth annual Nonfiction Honor ListSelected for inclusion in CCBC Choices 2004: the best-of-the-year list published by the Cooperative Children’s Book center of the School of Education at the University of Wisconsin-MadisonNamed Notable Book by the International Reading Association’s Children’s Book Award in the intermediate nonfiction category Road maps; sailor’s charts; quilts; songlines; gilded parchment covered with jewel-like colors; computer printouts – to guide us through the strange, vast, beautiful, and mysterious frontiers of the world of maps, Val Ross presents the men and women who made them.Here are some of the unexpected stories of history’s great mapmakers: the fraud artists who deliberately distorted maps for political gain, Captain Cook, the slaves on the run who found their way thanks to specially-pieced quilts, the woman who mapped London’s streets, princes, doctors, and warriors. These are the people who helped us chart our way in the world, under the sea, and on to the stars.With reproductions of some of the most important maps in history, this extraordinary book, packed with information, is as fascinating and suspenseful as a novel.

Why do White People hate us so much?What is our real identity as a people?Why aren't we uniting against our oppressor?Why hasn't anything changed for our people from 1619-2019?Why do we sell drugs to our own people?Why do we shoot each other down in the street?Why aren't we protecting are women with our lives?There are so many unanswered questions, until now!You will not regret your decision to support this book!

Winner of the 2004 Norma Fleck Award for Canadian children’s non-fictionHonor Book for the Society of School Librarians International’s Best Book Award – Social Studies, Grades 7-12Shortlisted for the Children's Literature Roundtable Information Book of the Year2003 winner of the Mr. Christie’s Book Award SealShortlisted for the 2004 Norma Fleck Award for Canadian Children’s Non-fictionIncluded on VOYA’s ninth annual Nonfiction Honor ListSelected for inclusion in CCBC Choices 2004: the best-of-the-year list published by the Cooperative Children’s Book center of the School of Education at the University of Wisconsin-MadisonNamed Notable Book by the International Reading Association’s Children’s Book Award in the intermediate nonfiction category Road maps; sailor’s charts; quilts; songlines; gilded parchment covered with jewel-like colors; computer printouts – to guide us through the strange, vast, beautiful, and mysterious frontiers of the world of maps, Val Ross presents the men and women who made them.Here are some of the unexpected stories of history’s great mapmakers: the fraud artists who deliberately distorted maps for political gain, Captain Cook, the slaves on the run who found their way thanks to specially-pieced quilts, the woman who mapped London’s streets, princes, doctors, and warriors. These are the people who helped us chart our way in the world, under the sea, and on to the stars.With reproductions of some of the most important maps in history, this extraordinary book, packed with information, is as fascinating and suspenseful as a novel.

Winner of the 2004 Norma Fleck Award for Canadian children’s non-fictionHonor Book for the Society of School Librarians International’s Best Book Award – Social Studies, Grades 7-12Shortlisted for the Children's Literature Roundtable Information Book of the Year2003 winner of the Mr. Christie’s Book Award SealShortlisted for the 2004 Norma Fleck Award for Canadian Children’s Non-fictionIncluded on VOYA’s ninth annual Nonfiction Honor ListSelected for inclusion in CCBC Choices 2004: the best-of-the-year list published by the Cooperative Children’s Book center of the School of Education at the University of Wisconsin-MadisonNamed Notable Book by the International Reading Association’s Children’s Book Award in the intermediate nonfiction category Road maps; sailor’s charts; quilts; songlines; gilded parchment covered with jewel-like colors; computer printouts – to guide us through the strange, vast, beautiful, and mysterious frontiers of the world of maps, Val Ross presents the men and women who made them.Here are some of the unexpected stories of history’s great mapmakers: the fraud artists who deliberately distorted maps for political gain, Captain Cook, the slaves on the run who found their way thanks to specially-pieced quilts, the woman who mapped London’s streets, princes, doctors, and warriors. These are the people who helped us chart our way in the world, under the sea, and on to the stars.With reproductions of some of the most important maps in history, this extraordinary book, packed with information, is as fascinating and suspenseful as a novel.

Wherever people can read, there are stories about the magic, mystery, and power of what they read. Val Ross presents a history of reading that is, in fact, the story of the monumental, on-going struggle to read. From Enheduanna, daughter of Sargon the Great, the world’s oldest signed author to Empress Shotoku of Japan who in 764 ordered the printing of one million Buddhist prayers; from the story of Hulagu, Ghengis Khan’s nasty brother who destroyed the library of Baghdad to Bowdler and the censorship of Shakespeare, there have been barriers to reading ranging from the physical to the economical, social, and political.Written for children ages ten and up, You Can’t Read This explores the development of alphabets, the decoding of ancient languages, and censorship in Ancient Rome and modern America. It's about secret writing, trashed libraries, writers on the run, writers in hiding, books that are thought to have magical powers and mistranslations that started wars. It's about people: from the American slave Frederick Douglass to girls in Afghanistan in the year 2001 who defied laws that prevented them from learning to read. What do all these stories have in common? They’re all about how texts contain power – and how people everywhere throughout history have devoted their wills and their brains to reading and unleashing the power of the word.With lavish illustrations and an index, this is history at its finest.

Wherever people can read, there are stories about the magic, mystery, and power of what they read. Val Ross presents a history of reading that is, in fact, the story of the monumental, on-going struggle to read. From Enheduanna, daughter of Sargon the Great, the world’s oldest signed author to Empress Shotoku of Japan who in 764 ordered the printing of one million Buddhist prayers; from the story of Hulagu, Ghengis Khan’s nasty brother who destroyed the library of Baghdad to Bowdler and the censorship of Shakespeare, there have been barriers to reading ranging from the physical to the economical, social, and political.Written for children ages ten and up, You Can’t Read This explores the development of alphabets, the decoding of ancient languages, and censorship in Ancient Rome and modern America. It's about secret writing, trashed libraries, writers on the run, writers in hiding, books that are thought to have magical powers and mistranslations that started wars. It's about people: from the American slave Frederick Douglass to girls in Afghanistan in the year 2001 who defied laws that prevented them from learning to read. What do all these stories have in common? They’re all about how texts contain power – and how people everywhere throughout history have devoted their wills and their brains to reading and unleashing the power of the word.With lavish illustrations and an index, this is history at its finest.

I had a dream that one day this nation will be cast down and made humble for oppressing God's chosen people: "We hold the hypocrisy of this country to be self-evident; that all men are not treated with equality." I had a dream that one day that the red hills of the Caucasus Georgia mountains will be smashed to dust by the hand of God, the sons of former slaves will own the sons of previous slave owners, for the Lord has said those who leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity. I had a dream that one day even the city of Chicago, a city drowning in the ocean of self-hating black on black crime, will be transformed into a town of Blacks, Native, and Hispanics who love each other as brothers and sisters of Israel. I had a dream that one day, over in the city of Los Angeles, with its racial history of police brutality, and outright killing of Gods elect, one day my people will turn back to God. They will return to his commandments, and the Lord will hear their cries and repay the heathen one hundred-fold for the blood of the children of Israel which was shed all over this land. I had a dream. I had a dream that one day every ghetto shall be exalted, every skyscraper shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is my faith, the belief that God will break the yoke of our oppression and sit our oppressor down in the miry clay. And Gods angels shall separate the wheat from the tare, the oppressed from the oppressor, and the children of God from the Synagogue of Satan. On that day, God's children will finally have rest. If America was made to be a great nation from the genocide of the Native American, the enslavement of the so-called Black American, and the oppression of Hispanics, this must become true. So let God’s judgment ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let God's Judgment ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let God’s judgment ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let God’s Judgment ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let Gods Judgment ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that, let God’s Judgment ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let God’s Judgment ring from the Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let God’s Judgment ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let God’s Judgment ring. And when this happens, when God’s Judgment rings from every state and every city, We will no longer fear for our lives, we will no longer be ashamed of being black, we will no longer hate one another, we will no longer fear Satan. Our fear shall be in the power of the Almighty, and we will know that he is LORD.

I had a dream that one day this nation will be cast down and made humble for oppressing God's chosen people: "We hold the hypocrisy of this country to be self-evident; that all men are not treated with equality." I had a dream that one day that the red hills of the Caucasus Georgia mountains will be smashed to dust by the hand of God, the sons of former slaves will own the sons of previous slave owners, for the Lord has said those who leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity. I had a dream that one day even the city of Chicago, a city drowning in the ocean of self-hating black on black crime, will be transformed into a town of Blacks, Native, and Hispanics who love each other as brothers and sisters of Israel. I had a dream that one day, over in the city of Los Angeles, with its racial history of police brutality, and outright killing of Gods elect, one day my people will turn back to God. They will return to his commandments, and the Lord will hear their cries and repay the heathen one hundred-fold for the blood of the children of Israel which was shed all over this land. I had a dream. I had a dream that one day every ghetto shall be exalted, every skyscraper shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is my faith, the belief that God will break the yoke of our oppression and sit our oppressor down in the miry clay. And Gods angels shall separate the wheat from the tare, the oppressed from the oppressor, and the children of God from the Synagogue of Satan. On that day, God's children will finally have rest. If America was made to be a great nation from the genocide of the Native American, the enslavement of the so-called Black American, and the oppression of Hispanics, this must become true. So let God’s judgment ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let God's Judgment ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let God’s judgment ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let God’s Judgment ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let Gods Judgment ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that, let God’s Judgment ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let God’s Judgment ring from the Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let God’s Judgment ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let God’s Judgment ring. And when this happens, when God’s Judgment rings from every state and every city, We will no longer fear for our lives, we will no longer be ashamed of being black, we will no longer hate one another, we will no longer fear Satan. Our fear shall be in the power of the Almighty, and we will know that he is LORD.

I had a dream that one day this nation will be cast down and made humble for oppressing God's chosen people: "We hold the hypocrisy of this country to be self-evident; that all men are not treated with equality." I had a dream that one day that the red hills of the Caucasus Georgia mountains will be smashed to dust by the hand of God, the sons of former slaves will own the sons of previous slave owners, for the Lord has said those who leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity. I had a dream that one day even the city of Chicago, a city drowning in the ocean of self-hating black on black crime, will be transformed into a town of Blacks, Native, and Hispanics who love each other as brothers and sisters of Israel. I had a dream that one day, over in the city of Los Angeles, with its racial history of police brutality, and outright killing of Gods elect, one day my people will turn back to God. They will return to his commandments, and the Lord will hear their cries and repay the heathen one hundred-fold for the blood of the children of Israel which was shed all over this land. I had a dream. I had a dream that one day every ghetto shall be exalted, every skyscraper shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is my faith, the belief that God will break the yoke of our oppression and sit our oppressor down in the miry clay. And Gods angels shall separate the wheat from the tare, the oppressed from the oppressor, and the children of God from the Synagogue of Satan. On that day, God's children will finally have rest. If America was made to be a great nation from the genocide of the Native American, the enslavement of the so-called Black American, and the oppression of Hispanics, this must become true. So let God’s judgment ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let God's Judgment ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let God’s judgment ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let God’s Judgment ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let Gods Judgment ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that, let God’s Judgment ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let God’s Judgment ring from the Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let God’s Judgment ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let God’s Judgment ring. And when this happens, when God’s Judgment rings from every state and every city, We will no longer fear for our lives, we will no longer be ashamed of being black, we will no longer hate one another, we will no longer fear Satan. Our fear shall be in the power of the Almighty, and we will know that he is LORD.