Real Name: Jill Carlyle
Alias: Crimson Avenger
Publisher: DC Comics
First Appearance: Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E #9 (2000)
Affiliation: Justice Society of America (JSA)
Superpower: Teleportation, Gun Slinger, Psychic, Weapon Master, Phasing, and Magic
Jill Carlyle is the third incarnation of the Crimson Avenger. Jill studied law and became a criminal law attorney. She grew up in a middle class…
When I first got wind of the fact that Ororo Munroe was getting her OWN comic book I was elated and filled with glee. I started collecting comics books at the tender young age of 10 years old and fell in love with X-Men by way of Ororo Munroe also known as Storm. The comics, the Fox 90′s animated series, and even the 1992 X-Men arcade game which had the best combos from Storm was enough for me…
Where Are the People of Color in Children’s Books? By WALTER DEAN MYERS
Of 3,200 children’s books published in 2013, just 93 were about black people, according to a study by the Cooperative Children’s Book Center at the University of Wisconsin.
Reading came early to me, but I didn’t think of the words as anything special. I don’t think my stepmom thought of what she was doing as more than spending time with me in our small Harlem apartment. From my comfortable perch on her lap I watched as she moved her finger slowly across the page. She probably read at about the third grade level, but that was good enough for the True Romance magazines she read. I didn’t understand what the stories were about, what “bosom” meant or how someone’s heart could be “broken.” To me it was just the comfort of leaning against Mama and imagining the characters and what they were doing.
Later, when my sisters brought home comic books, I got Mama to read them to me, too. The magazines and comics pushed me along the road of the imaginative process. When I got my first books — “The Little Engine That Could,” “Bible Stories for Every Day,” and “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” — I used them on the same journeys. In the landscape of my mind I labored as hard as I could to get up the hill. I stood on the plain next to David as he fought Goliath, and tasted the porridge with Goldilocks.
As a teenager I romped the forests with Robin Hood, and trembled to the sound of gunfire with Henry in “The Red Badge of Courage.” Later, when Mama’s problems began to overwhelm her, I wrestled with the demons of dealing with one’s mother with Stephen Dedalus in “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.” But by then I was beginning the quest for my own identity. To an extent I found who I was in the books I read. I was a person who felt the drama of great pain and greater joys, whose emotions could soar within the five-act structure of a Shakespearean play, or find quiet comfort in the poems of Gabriela Mistral. Every book was a landscape upon which I was free to wander.
Hello Badass!Storm. It’s about time we had a film about what it’s like to go from being a goddess to the leader of the X-Men.
Punk Storm’s outfits appreciation post