Black Rose: The Magnificent Story of Madam C. J. Walker, America's First Black Female Millionaire [NOOK Book]


Born to former slaves on a Louisiana plantation in 1867, Madam C.J. Walker rose from poverty and indignity to become America's first black female millionaire, the head of a hugely successful beauty company, and a leading philanthropist in African American causes. Renowned author Alex Haley became fascinated by the story of this extraordinary heroine, and before his death in 1992, he embarked on the research and outline of a major novel based on her life. Now with The Black Rose, critically acclaimed writer ...
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Born to former slaves on a Louisiana plantation in 1867, Madam C.J. Walker rose from poverty and indignity to become America's first black female millionaire, the head of a hugely successful beauty company, and a leading philanthropist in African American causes. Renowned author Alex Haley became fascinated by the story of this extraordinary heroine, and before his death in 1992, he embarked on the research and outline of a major novel based on her life. Now with The Black Rose, critically acclaimed writer Tananarive Due brings Haley's work to an inspiring completion.

Blending documented history, vivid dialogue, and a sweeping fictionalized narrative, Tananarive Due paints a vivid portrait of this passionate and tenacious pioneer and the unforgettable era in which she lived.
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Barnes & Noble Guide to New Fiction
The "engrossing" story of Madam C. J. Walker was a source of endless fascination for the writer Alex Haley, who died before he could finish a work of fiction illuminating her life. Born to former slaves on a Louisiana plantation in 1867, Walker rose from poverty to become America's first black female millionaire, the head of a hugely successful company, and a leading philanthropist for African-American causes. Due brings the "inspiring" story of this "incredible" heroine to life. "A long book, but well worth the effort." "Has anyone told Oprah about this?" "Where is Harpo Productions?" "A thoroughly satisfying read." Dissenting booksellers found it was "hampered by mediocre writing and awkward attempts to add drama where none exists."
Library Journal
With just a dollar and a half and a dream, a sharecropper s daughter became America s first black female millionaire. This fictionalized account of the rags-to-riches story of Madame C.J. Walker based on research and an outline by Alex Haley brings this remarkable woman to life. Born to former slaves, Sarah Breedlove was orphaned at seven, married at 14, and widowed with a young daughter at 20. Not content to stay a washerwoman and in order to treat her own ailing scalp, she developed the potion that became Wonderful Hair Grower and redesigned a steel hot comb to straighten hair, building a homegrown enterprise into a major hair-care business. With the help of her second husband, a dandy with a flair for advertising, her personal life blossomed with her business, until his philandering and her travel brought the marriage to a dramatic end. She went on to be a renowned entrepreneur, educator, philanthropist, and activist, working for the betterment of her race and the women in it. This vivid and engrossing portrait by journalist and novelist Due My Soul to Keep is recommended for all public and academic libraries. Michele Leber, Fairfax Cty. P.L., VA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
YA-A fictionalized account of Madame C. J. Walker's riveting life as researched by Alex Haley prior to his death. Born Sarah Breedlove, Walker rose from an uneducated laundress to a woman of wealth. She was an ingenious and brilliant entrepreneur who created numerous hair and beauty products for women; however, she is most renowned for her invention of "the pressing comb" which allowed black women to relax their hair. Black leaders such as Booker T. Washington often sought her support both financially and as a community leader. Her legacy is reflective in many of the writings of Langston Hughes. Moreover, Walker was known as an elegant public speaker, and often commenced her speeches with the well-known one-liner, "I got my start by giving myself a start." Accordingly, the "Black Rose" (a phrase coined by Walker) believed that if an individual worked hard she could achieve her goals and much more. Wealth and notoriety came with a price, however: personal sacrifice and loss. Teen readers will love this fascinating novel.-ayo dayo, Chinn Park Regional Library, Prince William, VA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Charles A. Wilson
Tananarive Due's graceful historical novel, The Black Rose, traces the life of Madame C. J. Walker (1867-1919), née Sarah Breedlove, a penniless girl from Delta, La., who became America's first black female millionaire.
The New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
The gripping story of America's first black female millionaire was researched by Alex Haley; after his death, the materials were handed on to novelist and former Miami Herald columnist and feature writer Due (My Soul To Keep, 1998, etc.)—an inspired choice. The story opens in Delta, Louisiana, nine years after the Civil War, with freed slaves just about as badly off as before. Sarah Breedlove's parents die of Yellow Jack, leaving Sarah and older sister Louvenia orphaned and forced to support themselves, largely by picking cotton and washing clothes, until the boll weevil kills that income. Sarah moves to Vicksburg and lives with married Louvenia, whose husband whips the child, saying she must quit school to help new-mother Louvenia. Sarah, however, is a self-starter and on Saturdays sets up her own fried-fish stand, where she meets her first husband, Moses, a train-polisher. When Moses is murdered by whites, Sarah supports their daughter Lelia by herself, still washing clothes. Her lifelong scalp problem leads her to invent a petroleum/sulfur emollient to clear up the problem—and, surprisingly, it grows hair as well. Combining the mix with the use of a hot steel comb, Sarah finds that rough black hair can be softened and straightened into flowing locks. When C. J. Walker, a Denver advertising drummer, tells her she'll never beat out the inferior rival product Poro, also made in Vicksburg, she moves to Denver, sets up a factory, and marries Walker, whose selfishness disappoints her greatly. Before she dies, Sarah is a millionaire living in a villa filled with costly art; she is a philanthropist, a speaker for the NAACP, and the founder of programs for Negroes.Herintense focus on business and earning, however, alienates her daughter, who herself becomes famous in Harlem for her literary salon. Tremendous storytelling power.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345444417
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/1/2000
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 129,147
  • File size: 705 KB

Meet the Author

Tananarive Due
Tananarive Due is a former features writer and columnist for the Miami Herald. She has written two highly acclaimed novels: The Between and My Soul to Keep. Ms. Due makes her home in Longview, Washington.
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Chapter One


The slave-kitchers couldn't get her. Not so long as she stayed hid.
Stealthily, Sarah crouched her small frame behind the thick tangle of tall grass that pricked through the thin fabric of her dress, which was so worn at the hem that it had frayed into feathery threads that tickled her shins.

"Sarah, where you at?"

Sarah felt her heart leap when she heard the dreaded voice so close to her. That was the meanest, most devilish slave-kitcher of all, the one called Terrible Lou the Wicked. If Terrible Lou the Wicked caught her, Sarah knew she'd be sold west to the Indians for sure and she'd never see her family again. Sarah tried to slow her breathing so she could be quiet as a skulking cat. The brush near her stirred as Terrible Lou barreled through, searching for her. Sweat trickled into Sarah's eye, but she didn't move even to rub out the sting.

"See, I done tol' Mama 'bout how you do. Ain't nobody playin' no games with you! I'ma find you, watch. And when I do, I'ma break me off a switch, an' you better not holler."

A whipping! Sarah had heard Terrible Lou whipped little children half to death just for the fun of it, even babies. Sarah was more determined than ever not to be caught. If Terrible Lou found her, Sarah decided she'd jump out and wrastle her to the ground. Sarah crouched closer to the ground, ready to spring. She felt her heart going boom-boom boom-boom deep in her chest. "Ain't no slave-kitcher takin' me!" Sarah yelled out, daring Terrible Lou.

"Yes, one is, too," Terrible Lou said, the voice suddenly much closer. "I'ma cut you up an' sell you in bits if you don't come an' git back to work."

Sarah saw her sister Louvenia's plaited head appear right in front of her, her teeth drawn back into a snarl, and she screamed. Louvenia was too big to wrastle! Screaming again, Sarah took off running in the high grass, and she could feel her sister's heels right behind her step for step. Louvenia was laughing, and soon Sarah was laughing, too, even though it made her lungs hurt because she was running so hard.

"You always playin' some game! Well, I'ma catch you, too. How come you so slow?" Louvenia said, forcing the words through her hard breaths, her legs pumping.

"How come you so ugly?" Sarah taunted, and shrieked again as Louvenia's arm lunged toward her, brushing the back of her dress. Sarah barely darted free with a spurt of speed.

"You gon' be pickin' rice 'til you fall an' drown in them rice fields downriver."

"No, I ain't neither! You the one gon' drown," Sarah said.

"You the one can't swim good."

"Can, too! Better'n you." By now, Sarah was nearly gasping from the effort of running as she climbed the knoll behind their house. Louvenia lunged after her legs, and they both tumbled into the overgrown crabgrass. They swatted at each other playfully, and Sarah tried to wriggle away, but Louvenia held her firmly around her waist.

"See, you caught now!" Louvenia said breathlessly. "I'ma sell you for a half dollar."

"A half dollar!" Sarah said, insulted. She gave up her struggle against her older sister's tight grip. Louvenia's arms, it seemed to her, were as strong as a man's. "What you mean? Papa paid a dollar for his new boots!"

Louvenia grinned wickedly. "That's right. You ain't even worth one of Papa's boots, lazy as you is."

"There Papa go now. I'ma ask him what he say I'm worth," Sarah teased, and Louvenia glanced around anxiously for Papa. If Papa saw Louvenia pinning Sarah to the ground, Sarah knew he'd whip Louvenia for sure. Louvenia and Alex weren't allowed to play rough with Sarah. That was Papa's law, because she was the baby. And she'd been born two days before Christmas, Sarah liked to remind Louvenia, so she was close to baby Jesus besides.

"You done it agin, Sarah. Got me playin'," Louvenia complained, satisfied that Papa was nowhere near after peering toward the dirt road and dozens of acres of cotton fields that had been planted in March and April, sprouting with plants and troublesome grass and weeds. Still, her voice was much more hushed than it had been before. "You always gittin' somebody in trouble."

"I ain't tell you to chase me. An' I ain't tell you to stop workin'."

"Sarah, see, you think we jus' out here playin', but then I'm the one got to answer why we ain't finish yet."

Seeing Louvenia's earnest brown eyes, Sarah knew for the first time that her sister had lost the heart to pretend she was a slave-kitcher, or for any games at all. Right now, Louvenia's face looked as solemn as Mama's or Papa's when the cotton yields were poor or when their house was too cold. And Louvenia was right, Sarah knew. Just a few days before, Louvenia had been whipped when they broke one of the eggs they'd been gathering in the henhouse. It had been Lou's idea to break up the boredom of the task by tossing the eggs to each other standing farther and farther away. They broke an egg by the time they were through, and Sarah hadn't seen Mama that mad in a long time. "Girl, you ten years old, almost grown!" Mama had said, thrashing Louvenia's bottom with a thin branch from the sassafras tree near their front door. "That baby ain't s'posed to be lookin' after you! When you gon' get some head sense?"

Louvenia's eyes, to Sarah, looked sad and even a little scared. Maybe she was remembering her thrashing, too. Sarah didn't want her sister to feel cross with her, because Louvenia was her only playmate. In fact, although Sarah would never want to admit it to her, Louvenia was her best friend, her most favorite person. Next to Papa and Mama, of course.

Sarah squeezed Lou's hand. "Come on, I'll help. We won't play no mo' 'til we done."

"We ain't gon' be done 'fore Papa and them come back."

"Yeah, we will, too," Sarah said. "If we sing."

That made Louvenia smile. She liked to sing, and Papa had taught them songs he learned from his pappy when he was a boy on a big plantation he said had a hundred slaves. Sarah couldn't sing as well as her
sister--her voice wouldn't always do what she told it to--but singing always made work go by faster. Mama sang, too, when the womenfolk came on Saturdays to wash laundry with them on the riverbank. But Papa had the best voice of all. Papa sang when he was picking, and to Sarah his voice was as deep and pretty as the Mississippi River on a full-moon night. Papa always started singing when he was tired, and Sarah liked to watch him pick up his broad shoulders each time he took a breath before singing a new verse, as if the song was making him stronger:
O me no weary yet,

O me no weary yet.

I have a witness in my heart,

O me no weary yet.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2001

    A must read for historical novel fans

    I have a new heroine. Not only did she rise above being black in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, but also she rose above being a black woman to become America's first female millionaire. It's an incredible story. Her name is Madame C. J. Walker and her story is fictionalized in Tananarive Due's historical novel, The Black Rose. Based on the research and an extensive outline complete by famed author Alex Haley before his death in 1992, Due weaves a fascinating account of Walker and her times. Madam C. J. Walker was born Sarah Breedlove to freed blacks in 1867. Sarah is proud that she is learning to read and write, and dreams of reading her mother's Bible and someday attending college. Her dreams are crushed when her parents, now tenant farmers on the same Delta, Louisiana, farm where they were once slaves, die of yellow fever in 1874. Eight-year-old Sarah and her siblings are left to struggle for survival on their own. By 1878, the crops were failing and their shack was all but falling down. A year later, Sarah and her sister, Lou, move to Vicksburg, Mississippi, to become washerwomen. The work is grueling but mind numbing. At 14, Sarah marries Moses McWilliams, a man she grows to love with all her heart, but who is killed less than a year later in one of Mississippi's infamous race riots. Devastated and left with a daughter, Lelia, to care for, Sarah moves to St. Louis. Life there is hard, but Sarah still dreams of college, of learning to read without having to struggle with each word. She has her own washing service and begins to save money so that Lelia can someday have the education she was categorically denied. St. Louis' Annie Malone begins a beauty supply business, hiring black women as representatives to sell the products door-to-door. Sarah admires Annie, but her products do not bring relief to her own itchy dandruff and dry scalp that have tormented her since childhood. In an effort to find relief, Sarah and Lelia being concocting different remedies in their kitchen. Thanks to the help of a dream about a field of black roses and the treatment of sulfur to an injury Lelia sustains, Sarah stumbles onto the secret formula that make hair grown-she is a living example that it works. A new business if founded! During this time she meets and marries C. J. Walker, an advertising whiz, and moves her business to Denver. With the help of C. J., but more of her own ambition and determination, Sarah begins her beauty supply business, recruiting women to sell it door-to-door. Before long, Sarah is the most sought after, most powerful woman, in America. Eventually she moves her business to Indianapolis and New York, where there is a more concentrated population of blacks. But the more time she spends working, the less time she has for Lelia and C. J. The three grow estranged and by the time of her death in 1919, Madame C. J. Walker was the wealthiest, loneliest woman in the United States. The Black Rose is more fiction than fact, according to Due who was in St. Louis recently. Scads of papers remain from The Madame C. J. Walker Manufacturing Company, which existed until the 1960s, but little personal documentation about this powerful woman have survived the years. Due reviewed thousands of interviews, documents, and papers that Alex Haley has complied before she began writing. 'I tried to be true to the spirit of Sarah Breedlove McWilliams Walker,' Due said. And from everything else I've read about this remarkable woman, Due has done as excellent job in capturing her essence. The Black Rose is a powerful, captivating tale of a real-life heroine.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2000

    Should be on the big screen!!

    A wonderful story of Madame CJ Walker's life, filled with passion and compassion. This should be turned into a movie for all to see.

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  • Posted August 8, 2013

    Wow! I don't know what to say. Being a naturalist, I have always

    Wow! I don't know what to say. Being a naturalist, I have always thought, "Why did this lady have to introduce all of these hair products!". Now, I respect her story. I had know idea!  I will be reading more of the authors books, that is for sure!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2012


    Awesomeness in a book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2011


    The foils and toils is our history told with great class. Im remined of this book each time I look in the mirrow to style my hair, one word greatful! If not for this book that bit of history was lost to me. We come from strong stock.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2000

    A Great and Inspiring Story!

    Tananarive Due writes a captivating and inspiring story about one remarkable woman, who overcame so many obstacles on a path to a better life for herself, her family and so many others. The story will grip you and keep you, while providing great contemporary context that shines new light on what it was like being an African-American around the turn of the century.

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