Dedications
This book is dedicated to our ancestral grandmothers, who braided seeds in their hair before being forced to board transatlantic slave ships, believing against the odds in a future of sovereignty on land.<br>Farming While Black by Leah Penniman
For my son, Sacha Ambrose Warhaft, January 1985–October 1988<br>‘my little ear of wheat, winnowed and reaped unripe’<br>(Greek lament)<br>Dangerous Voices by Gail Holst-Warhaft
In Memory of all the Indigenous Children in Unmarked Graves<br>Canadian Human Rights Champions by Peter Globensky
For those who supported me through the SOC years; Al Hancock, Linda Merchant, Eric Jones, Larry Doucette, Anna Spychalla, Aaron Burns, Archie Price, Nate Marks, Mike Tillman, Nancy Sorensen, Dale Woolheater and of course my good friend Scott McCoy. Thank you!
For those that inspire me always; my dearest wife Monica, and my precious jewels Jonathan, Aaron & Maija. I love you!
This book is dedicated to my son;<br>Nicholas Gregory Jarpey<br>December 19, 1995 – January 28, 2014
A son, a brother and friend to all with a bright smile and quick joke to light up someone’s day.<br>I love you and miss you with all my heart. Rest in peace buddy.<br>Security Operations Center Guidebook by Gregory Jarpey
To my sister,<br>Dr. Soma Mohammed Mohammed Baroud.<br>I write your name in full, because that is how it appeared on the white body bag that held your remains soon after the bomb was dropped.<br>Before the Flood by Ramzy Baroud
To my wife and daughter—returned from the Camp of the Dead<br>Auschwitz by Miklos Nyiszli
To my father, who will not be mentioned in the world history books, though he is written in the heart of God as His beloved child: Michael Moussa Chacour from Biram in Galilee, refugee in his own country and one who speaks the language of patience, forgiveness and love.
And to my brothers and sisters, the Jews who died in Dachau; and their brothers and sisters, the Palestinians who died in Tel-azzaatar, Sabra and Shatila refugee camps.<br>Blood Brothers by Elias Chacour
Dedicated to all those who are wrongfully<br>accused of blasphemy<br>Mein darta hoon musarrat se<br>Kahin ye meri hasti ko<br>Bhula kar talkhiyan saari<br>Bana de dewataon saa.<br>[I’m scared of ecstasy<br>Lest it should make me forget all bitterness<br>And transform my existence<br>Into something like gods’.]<br>Blasphear by Sohail Rauf
This work is dedicated to the hundreds of refugee villagers killed in American and ARVN air strikes on May 7, 1968, in Phu Tho Hoa, near Plantation Road, Cholon, Saigon, next to the barracks for Company A, 519th Military Intelligence Battalion.<br>Southern Voices by Michael Robert Dedrick
For every trans person who has been told that joy is<br>something you cannot have.<br>For everyone whose stories are in this book and<br>everyone who brings joy into my life.<br>For you reading this, because you bought a book<br>about trans joy, and that is power.<br>For Noonie, you bring the brightest joy to my days.<br>Dw i’n caru ti, am byth.<br>And finally, for me. For 15-year-old and 18-year-old<br>and 21-year-old me, who didn’t know that so much<br>joy was on its way but fought to stick<br>around anyway.<br>All the Things They Said We Couldn't Have by Tash Oakes-Monger
For Dick, Max, and Chris who loved me through the case and criticized me through the writing.<br>And for Ruby, hoping she will grow up to a world where smart, powerful women are widely held to be sexy.<br>Feminist Accused of Sexual Harassment by Jane Gallop
For those who refused to pose. For those who were punished for staying real. For those who disappeared when the camera turned away.<br>All For The Camera by Martin D Gangley
To Sachin —<br>The man who showed a nation that greatness can be quiet.<br>And to every Indian who paused life when he took his guard.<br>Your stillness made us breathe together.<br>The Middle Guard by Sandeep Chavan
for J.J.<br>as good a book as<br>his father’s love<br>could make for him<br>Baroque Self-Invention and Historical Truth by Christopher Braider
This book is dedicated to Granny Kath.<br>When I got pregnant at nineteen you cried because you wanted me to ‘go places’. It took years and years to ‘go someplace’ and get a book deal, but I finally did it.
Tyler Benjamin Washbrook-Reynolds<br>12th August 2017–29th August 2017<br>A Star Boy now.<br>Call Me Star Girl by Louise Beech
This book is dedicated to Ossie Davis and all librarians.<br>They are God’s first and best search engines.<br>Beloved Harlem by William H. Banks Jr.
To René Ménil<br>born Negro, died communist<br>Comrade Papa by Gauz'
To Ioulia—<br>whose life with mine is its own answer to the question of why anything exists at all.<br>And to M. V. Nery—<br>whose gift was not of things, but of the beginning.<br>Before Being: A Metaphysical Inquiry into Nothingness, Becoming, and the Mystery of Being Human by Don Howard
For Amina.<br>Thank you for risking yourself<br>for me again and again.<br>For Ann.<br>You are worth it. I hope we find<br>each other in every lifetime.<br>Big Friendship by Aminatou Sow
For anyone who has ever been told you are too much or not enough, listen to me well:<br>You are...