From the author of the Mates, Dates series comes the first two books in a new series based on the classic game of Truth or Dare. As best friends Becca and Cat play the game, will they be able to handle the consequences that may test their friendship? Original.

Fifteen essays about the myth of white racial superiority and the impact that myth has on aspects of US society, including culture, politics, and economics.

White Lies, Black Truth, The Lost Light By: Jacie Rowe III 93% of Black homicide is Black on Black killings 6,000 Blacks killed by other Blacks 2015 in U.S. From 1976-2005 94% Black Killings were by other Blacks From 1976 -2014 is estimated that 198,288 Blacks killed by Blacks, on average, 5,218 per year Houston Black Toddler killed by stray bullet R.I.P Jordan Allen Jr. 102 Black people shot, 14 killed, in Chicago over Father's Day weekend June 2020; "They talk about the police killing innocent people, but they are killing our citizens, they are killing each other" Amaria 13YO Black girl killed by stray bullet in Chicago, R.I.P TamaraCollier, 24 YO Black lady killed by stray bullet, R.I.P 8 YO Mekhi James, R.I.P, killed by stray bullet in Chicago 8 YO Rodgerick Payne Jr, R.I.P, killed by stray bullet Chicago ,7S% of people murdered are Black, 71% of those murders are by other Blacks Charlotte, NC., 100 bullets fired in to a block party crowd, where4 Blacks were killed and 10 injured Black on Black crimes are across the U.S., Detroit murderers, Cleveland murderers, Atlanta murderers, Miami murderers, LA murderers, NY murderers, Louisville murderers, Milwaukee murderers, Compton murderers, etc. Wake up Black people!!! White Lies, Black Truth, The Lost Light is an informative piece, providing spiritual strength and faith of a higher power, uplifting a chosen people, the descendants of Israel, to encourage them to come back to their GOD laws and live peacefully with all man. The story is interesting because the people of the book, the target audience, are people who have been lost, their identity lost and stolen, and have not known who they are or where they come from for thousands of years until now. It's relevant because it's the truth and the truth shall make us free! Regardless if the message is for you or not, I hope you obtain an understanding of the purpose of the book and the message it's conveying to its audience. Readers will be able to see the truth and hopefully understand that much of the current religions are teaching a false Christ and a deceiving message to the people.

DIVAs we are bombarded almost daily with the latest news on the presidential candidates or the newest political scandal, we lose focus on the important, far-reaching platforms that we as Christians should be whole-heartedly a part of. Pastor Jackson believes/div

Do great white sharks hunt humans? Can a great white eat a boat? Are great white sharks cold-blooded killers? Take a trip to the ocean's depth to learn the truth about these infamous creatures. From the most current information on their swimming habits and ancient ancestors to details about their conveyor belt of teeth, armored skin and super senses, kids will be fascinated by these amazing creatures. Special sidebars offer extra information on what it's like to dive in a shark cage, how to measure a great white, and its different nicknames around the world. Over 50 full-color photographs including a gigantic shark gatefold bring the informative text alive and will thrill budding marine biologists. Includes a detailed glossary, bibliography and index.

This book explores tensions between critical social justice and what the author terms white justice as fairness in public commemoration of Minnesota’s US-Dakota War of 1862. First, the book examines a regional white public pedagogy demanding “objectivity” and “balance” in teaching-and-learning activities with the purpose of promoting fairness toward white settlers and the extermination campaign they once carried out against Dakota people. The book then explores the dilemmas this public pedagogy created for a group of majority-white college students co-authoring a traveling museum exhibit on the war during its 2012 sesquicentennial. Through close analyses of interviews, field notes, and course artifacts, this volume unpacks the racial politics that drive white justice as fairness, revealing a myriad of ways this common sense of justice resists critical social justice education, foremost by teaching citizens to suspend moral judgment toward symbolic white ancestors and their role in a history of genocide.

Half Asian and half white, Patty Ho has never felt completely home in her skin. When a Chinese fortuneteller foresees a white guy on Patty's horizon, things go from bad to worse in this novel by acclaimed author Justina Chen.

"JOSEPH SAUNDERS, take those glasses off this very minute! How many times have I told you never to touch my things!" Nevertheless, Aunt Clarissa laughed heartily. "They aren't yours," answered the boy, saucily. "They're father's, and he says I may take them just as much as I have a mind to." "Take care, Joseph; when your conscience gives a twinge like that, you had better recall your resolutions about lying." Joseph Saunders was a motherless boy. His father was a master mason; that is, he did not work himself; but kept a number of men, who did the jobs, while he superintended them, to be sure the work was right. This is a very profitable business, and by it Mr. Saunders had become quite a rich man. He lived in a handsome house, in a street overlooking a pleasant park which in summer was filled with beautiful flowers. He had three children,—two daughters and one son. Alice, the elder, was fifteen, and was away from home at a boarding school. Ellen was three years younger, and still remained with her father. Joseph, the baby, as his sisters teasingly called him, was but six, though he insisted he was old enough to wear suspenders, and have a watch-pocket. Mrs. Saunders died when Joseph was little more than a year old, so that he could not remember her. But he had so often heard his father describe her sweet smile, her dark loving eyes, her broad polished forehead, over which her shining hair was so smoothly parted, that it seemed to him, he could remember her, and that when he went to heaven, he should know her at once. Then her voice, which his father told him was low and musical, like the chiming of silver bells, he often heard in his dreams. Sometimes he awoke, calling her, and it was difficult to convince him that she had not stood by his side, and that it was only a dream. Soon after his mother died, Aunt Clarissa came to take care of the children, and to direct the servants in her nephew's family. Though aunt to Mr. Saunders, Miss Clarissa was only ten years older than he was, and would have felt quite insulted, had she even suspected that she was not considered a young lady. She was a very good housekeeper. The upper shelves in the china closet were always filled with jars of jelly and sweetmeats, neatly covered with white paper, and tied with pink cord. Her sponge cake, custards, and Washington pies, always came out of the oven done to a turn, and exactly the right shade of brown; and as to her waffles, why, nobody who had eaten Miss Clarissa's waffles ever expected to make any equal to them! So light, so rich, and covered with just the right quantity of butter and sugar. Mr. Saunders was fond of inviting his friends to dinner, and this at first annoyed his aunt, who disliked hurry or confusion, such as the sudden appearance of a guest was likely to occasion; but she gradually became accustomed to this, and to all her duties, and even grew quite fond of being seated at the head of a luxuriously spread table, richly ornamented with its display of silver, china, and cut glass. In the laundry, too, Miss Clarissa was quite as successful as in the china closet. The making up, as she called it, of her nephew's shirts was both her pride and delight; while her own laces—I do not say caps; she would consider me very presuming to hint that she wore caps—and her niece's muslins were the envy of all who saw them. Then this good lady was skilled in all kinds of preparations for the sick. Few, even of well persons, could refuse her chicken-broth or beef-tea; and those who came on to the sick list were willing to try her senna, her jalap, or her thoroughwort, for the sake of the delicacies which accompanied them. If any one person in the world was neater than every other, that person was Aunt Clarissa. The least particle of dust on the furniture, or on the heavy mouldings; the slightest variation in the width of the snow-white sheet when it was turned down over the smoothly-spread counterpane; the tiniest speck upon the shining silver, or on the large panes of glass in the windows, was sure to attract her attention; and woe be to the servant who had so shamefully neglected her duty.

Ideas and the presidency flirt with each other, but can they really get along? President Clinton had a romance with big ideas. He intently cultivated intellectuals, seducing them with his characteristic charm and with the promise of real influence on the political stage. Yet most often he disappointed the big thinkers whose advice he sought. Benjamin Barber was first invited to Camp David in 1994, along with other prominent members of the academic community, to participate in a "seminar" with President Clinton on the future of Democratic ideas and ideals. Afterwards, he became a steady informal adviser to the White House. For a politically committed professor like Barber, the opportunity was exhilarating—here was an opportunity to put ideas into action, to link ideas to power. The result was enlightening, if unexpected. The most unpredictable factor was the president himself: a man of astonishing intellectual gifts, a consummate listener and synthesizer of ideas, who nonetheless failed to present a stirring progressive vision or even to craft a memorable speech. With great perceptiveness, wit, and élan, Barber provides a startling meditation on truth and power—and the truth of power, which is the responsibility of the elected not to an idea but to the electorate. He identifies the fault lines that future progressive candidates must straddle if they are to win—and the gift they must have, if they are to be great, of calling forth the best in their fellow citizens. In the end, Barber give us a unique portrait of our compelling and maddening ex-president, and the hopes and disillusionments he represents.

Black Bodies, White Gazes: The Continuing Significance of Race understands Black embodiment within the context of white hegemony within the context of a racist, anti-Black world. Yancy demonstrates that the Black body is a historically lived text on which whites have inscribed their projections which speak equally forcefully to whites' own self-conceptualizations.