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"It was the end of summer, a summer during a two-year nightmare. African American children around Atlanta were vanishing, and twenty-nine would be murdered by the end of 1981. Like all kids across the city, fifth-grade classmates Tasha Baxter, Rodney Green, and Octavia Harrison were discovering that back-to-school now meant special safety lessons, indoor recess, and being thrown into a world their parents couldn't comprehend, one in which the everyday challenges of growing up were coupled with constant fear - and the news of the murders of one's
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"It was the end of summer, a summer during a two-year nightmare. African American children around Atlanta were vanishing, and twenty-nine would be murdered by the end of 1981. Like all kids across the city, fifth-grade classmates Tasha Baxter, Rodney Green, and Octavia Harrison were discovering that back-to-school now meant special safety lessons, indoor recess, and being thrown into a world their parents couldn't comprehend, one in which the everyday challenges of growing up were coupled with constant fear - and the news of the murders of one's peers." Tasha can't understand why she daily falls in and out of favor with her classmates - she isn't weird like Rodney or "too dark" and outspoken like Octavia. Then, through a sudden crush on a boy from the wrong side of town, she finds that words have the power to both heal and wound. (The next thought was that Tasha herself had brought it upon him with her hateful words. "I hope the man snatches you." And she meant it when she said it.).
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Atlanta Journal Constitution
...she conveys powerfully the loneliness of a child...gives us a picture of children unsure they would even see tomorrow...
People
Jones has an eloquent voice...a promising debut...
Essence
...an absorbing account...
Publishers Weekly
Based on the Atlanta child murders of 1979-1980, this wrenching debut novel is told from the perspective of three Atlanta fifth-graders living in the midst of the crisis. Tasha is a sweet, conflicted middle-class girl navigating the harsh social waters of her school. Rodney, "the weirdest boy in class," is an unpopular kid who feels both pushed and ignored by his perfectionist parents. Octavia is a whip-smart, confident social outcast who carefully notes that she lives "across the street" from the projects. Jones, who was a child herself in Atlanta in the late '70s and early '80s, weaves her tale with consummate ease, shifting from third to second to first person as she switches narrators. The details of the children's everyday life playground fights, school cafeteria breakfasts, candy store visits are convincingly presented and provide an emotional context for the murders. When classmates begin disappearing, we know that they, along with their peers, are not one-dimensional innocents. One night when Octavia sneaks a late-night look at the local news, she sees a now-missing classmate flash on the screen. "In the picture he looked like a regular boy from our class. He was by himself so you couldn't tell that he was shorter than most of them and just nicer and smarter than all of them put together. Kodak commercials say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but the one they showed of Rodney ain't worth more than three or four. Boy. Black. Dead." This strongly grounded tale hums with the rhythms of schoolyard life and proves Jones to be a powerful storyteller. Agent, Jane Dystel. (Aug. 21) Forecast: Jones's novel comes well recommended: an excerpt won the Hurston/ Wright Award, and the book has garnered blurbs from Leslie Marmon Silko, Jim Grimsley and Ron Carlson. Sales should be particularly strong in Atlanta and elsewhere in the South, where Jones will embark on an eight-city author tour. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Narrated in succession by three extremely perceptive (though at times almost too precocious) fifth graders, this first novel engagingly conveys the paranoia and fear that dominated the African American community in Atlanta during the 1979 child murders, a time when almost two dozen black children were abducted and murdered, their corpses abandoned in the countryside. While the ending of the final section seems too pat (and this reviewer also wishes that the book had a better title), Jones is still able to capture what it feels like to be ten-that fascinating interstitial moment when one can be simultaneously torn between being savvy enough to know that all is not right with the world and devastated at not being invited to a popular classmate's sleepover. Jones is particularly good at portraying the day-to-day lives of these children-their often difficult home lives and their mundane but fascinating school experiences-although, as in many novels narrated by children, the adults don't come off very well. In style, tone, and approach, Jones's novel is reminiscent of another excellent realistic novel of African American social life, Thuliani Davis's 1959. For most public libraries, especially those with large African American collections. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 4/15/02.]-Roger A. Berger, Everett Community Coll., WA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Standard coming-of-age debut set amid a 1979 murder spree of African-American children. Part One, third person: Tasha is the kind of fifth-grader who practices jumping rope all summer long so she can run with the popular jump-ropers once school starts again. So the story begins, along with some revelations about Tasha's parents' marriage, but all is eclipsed as the news of the murders of local children takes its place at the center of conversation. Other kids quickly adopt the tragedy as a weapon of threat toward one other, but all the fuss doesn't divert Tasha from worrying about whether she'll be invited to the big sleepover or whether Jashante, her love interest, will eat M&Ms with her in the magical way. Then another little boy disappears. Part Two, second person and a switch over to Rodney (one of the weirdest kids in Tasha's class) for more elementary-school adventures as the investigation goes on. Most of the victims are boys, so Rodney wonders why his parents aren't more concerned about the danger than about beating him for his grades, particularly Father, who thinks he's hurt only Rodney's feelings after beating him in public. Part Three, first person, and Tasha's pal Octavia's big problem is that her mother lies to her about things like the Easter Bunny and hypodermic needles. And now Rodney has turned up missing as well. Octavia's mother's boyfriend is careless with drugs, and Octavia gets her period ("It wasn't a big deal"). Speculation ensues that the murders are an effort to eliminate the black man, and it's a black man-Octavia's father-who calls one day just as the plot starts to thin. Rodney turns up dead, and it becomes clear that the proximity of death has been ametaphor for the difficulty of those eking out their lives amidst an anonymous air of danger. Technically ambitious, but not a story otherwise out of the ordinary. Author tour
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  • ISBN-13: 9781419304019
  • Publisher: Recorded Books, LLC
  • Publication date: 9/30/2004
  • Format: CD

Meet the Author

Tayari Jones
Tayari Jones
Tayari Jones is the author of two previous novels. Jones holds degrees from Spelman College, Arizona State University, and the University of Iowa. She serves on the MFA faculty at Rutgers and blogs on writing at www.tayari jones.com/blog.
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Leaving Atlanta


By Tayari Jones

Warner Books

]Copyright © 2002 Tayari Jones
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-52830-7


Chapter One

Magic Words

Hard, ugly, summer-vacation-spoiling rain fell for three straight months in 1979. Atlanta downpours destroyed hopscotch markers carefully chalked onto asphalt and stole the bounce from yellow tennis balls forgotten in backyards. On the few days the rain didn't fall, children scurried to play 1-2-3 Redlight under low-hanging gray clouds. Red Georgia clay clung to inexpensive canvas sneakers and the kids tracked it into light-carpeted living rooms. Mothers slapped their narrow behinds with leather belts before dabbing at the marked floors with wet rags, worrying about the expense of carpet cleaners or loss of deposits. When the rain fell, it did so to an accompaniment of growling thunder and purple zigzag lightning. Bored kids were told to sit still. Be quiet. God is talking. The children listened to the water smack against the windowpanes and figured that God's message must not have been meant for them to understand.

But on the first day of school, the students at Oglethorpe Elementary did not sweat inside yellow plastic jackets or carry umbrellas. The eight-AM sun winked as they tromped on broken sidewalks with brightly colored book satchels and lunch boxes. The unfamiliar light turned the girls' plastic barrettes into prisms, casting rainbows on their cheeks. Everybody wished the sun had come out the day before, when they had been free to chase the ice-cream man. But this, they kept to themselves.

Perhaps someone said under her breath, but still out loud, Why the sun had to come out today when we got to go to school? And maybe God heard. For although fifth-graders couldn't understand God's language, no one doubted that He knew theirs.

By recess, the sky was as gray as it had been the day before, but the fifth-graders went outside anyway. Although they had looked forward to moving to the trailers recently added to the rear of the old school building, and standing apart from the lower grades, the windowless metal room was claustrophobic and cheerless, foiling the bright bulletin boards' attempts to welcome them back. At noon, the children stampeded out to the damp playground, but LaTasha Renee Baxter was the last to leave the trailer, carrying the heavy jump rope that had been coiled since school let out last June.

Jumping rope had been the proving ground for girls as long as she could remember, and for equally as long, Tasha had been embarrassingly incompetent. This was fifth grade, the last year of grade school; next year she would go to Southwest Middle School, which was closer to her house. Her parents had chosen Oglethorpe Elementary School because it was near her mother's work, which was good when Tasha was little. Mama could get to the school in less than five minutes if need be. But now that Tasha was getting to be a young lady, Mama and Daddy thought that it would be better for her to be on her own side of town, rather than across the street from the projects.

Because this year would be her last chance to make a place for herself among the girls in her class, Tasha had devoted most of the vacation to improving her rope-jumping technique. Because of the summer's inclement weather, she had practiced in her basement, tying one end of the rope to a wooden chair and forcing her eight-year-old sister, De-Shaun, to turn the other end. Tasha had worked on all the skipping rhymes. She was best at "Ice Cream" and could get very near the end of the alphabet before losing her footing. But she had decided already that she would deliberately falter at "P" since there was no boy in her class whose name began with that initial.

After untangling the rope, she held one end in her hand and waited for someone else to grab the other, but no one did.

"Y'all don't want to jump?" she asked.

A small kneesocked cluster of girls shrugged in unison and looked toward Monica Fisher, the best rope skipper ever seen in Georgia. She had been born in Chicago where the girls skipped two ropes at once and chanted rhymes that sometimes included cuss words.

"Nah," said Monica. "I don't have time for that baby stuff. Y'all going to make me sweat out my hair." She stroked her straightened page boy, pulled off her face with a wide headband. Tasha noticed horizontal imprints where rollers had been fastened.

Tasha dropped the rope as if it were hot. She had washed her hair for the first day of school, but Mama had not subjected her to the torture of a pressing comb. Now she was unprepared. "That's alright," Tasha said. "I didn't really want to jump. There's just not nothing else to do."

"Look at her just lying," said Forsythia Collier, Monica's best friend. Forsythia's hair was also pressed, and her oily ringlets coiled all the way to her shoulders. "She probably practiced all summer."

Monica laughed a little louder than was appropriate and continued her cackle until the other girls joined her.

Tasha decided to laugh too. Didn't Mama tell her that a person needed to be able to laugh at herself? And besides, she didn't want to start a feud with Monica and Forsythia.

Then the rain started and Tasha was relieved, although she groaned along with everyone else as they ran toward the tin box that was their classroom this year. She even cried out, "My hair!" although her tight cornrows were impervious to climate.

Inside the trailer, the noise of the rain on the roof rose into magnificent crescendos with the wind. "Let's play jacks," Tasha shouted over the weather.

"Okay," Monica said.

Tasha turned her head to hide her smile as she reached into her book bag for the purple felt sack that held twenty jacks and a purple rubber ball. Jumping rope wasn't the only thing she had practiced over the summer.

The girls made a clearing by pushing all of the desk chairs over to one corner. Most of the boys argued over comic books under the supervision of their new teacher, Mr. Harrell. Tasha sat cross-legged on the floor across from Monica while her classmates breathed over them with gumball breath. "Anybody else want to play? Up to five can play jacks."

"No," Monica said. "Let's just let it be us."

"Okay," Tasha said, tossing the tiny pieces of metal.

Tasha won, as she had planned to, but she meant to quit before whipping Monica's siditty tail. But she couldn't make herself stop showboating, demonstrating all the techniques she had perfected over the long, wet summer vacation. She even knew maneuvers that none of them had seen before, things Tasha's mother learned as a kid in Oklahoma. Midwestern jacks had an entirely different flavor.

The girls clapped when Tasha perfectly executed an around-the-world with double bounce and tap. Even a few boys came over and watched.

"Dang," Roderick Palmer, the cutest boy in class, said behind his hand. "She killing Monica."

Tasha couldn't resist saying, "Wanna play again?" although it was clear that Monica had had enough.

Monica heaved herself from the floor and crossed her arms over her chest, hiding the outline of her training bra. "That's alright." She dusted off her pants with sharp whacks. "I just let you win because my mother told me that everyone is supposed to be nice to you because your parents are getting separated and everything."

"Uh-uh," Tasha clarified. "They're not separated. They're living apart right now. It's different." She paused for a minute, trying to explain what was different about her household and Monica's, or that of any of the other kids who didn't have a father anymore. She still had her daddy. He called her on the telephone almost every night and picked her up from ballet lessons on Tuesdays. Separated was different, harsher. Almost as bad as divorce. And not once had her parents used that word.

Monica laughed and touched Forsythia with her pointed elbow, soliciting a complicit chuckle.

"It's just for a little while," Tasha insisted. A warmth spread from her chest up to her face as she gathered the jacks. "So," she shouted at Monica's back, "my mother says your parents live outside their means!" No one watching responded to Tasha's comeback. Monica, who had taken a sudden interest in the boys' comic book wars, didn't even turn around. Only Rodney Green, the weirdest kid in class, seemed to ponder her remark. With his face extended by two cheeks full of bubble gum, he studied her with scrunched brows behind his glasses, until Tasha felt uncomfortable and turned away.

She went to the girls' room, sat in a stall, and rested her humiliation in the palms of her hands. Closing her eyes hard to stifle tears the way pressing down on a cut stops bleeding, Tasha felt dumb as a rock.

Two weeks earlier, Daddy had moved out. Tasha wasn't so dumb that she didn't realize this was trouble. At first, when he and Mama came to tell her, Tasha thought they were going to tell her they were having another baby. That was what happened to Tayari Jones just last year. Tayari told everyone in class that her parents had come into her room smiling and holding hands and-just like that-told her that there would be a new baby in the house in August. So what was Tasha to think when Mama and Daddy knocked softly on her bedroom door and silently stepped over the clutter, holding hands? They never held hands or really touched each other, except a quick smack on the lips on each other's birthdays. Thank you, baby. Then the kiss.

And true enough, they hadn't been smiling like Tayari's parents. Mama held Daddy's hand tight so that her knuckles stood out and her face had worn a sorry, stretched look, like her chin was too heavy and was pulling her round face into a sad oval.

But Tasha figured this was an appropriate precursor to news about an impending baby. Where in the world were they going to put it? In the guest room? It didn't seem fair that a baby should have a room to itself while she had to share with DeShaun. And if the guest room was to be full of baby, then where would Nana stay when she came to visit from Birmingham? She knew Mama and Daddy weren't going to suggest putting it in here with her and DeShaun. There was not enough room for their two canopy beds and a crib.

"What?" Tasha said, looking at Mama's abdomen.

Daddy pulled his hand from Mama's and touched Tasha's face. "Wait till DeShaun gets here."

Tasha climbed onto her bed and hugged her knees. This was serious. Twins? Oh, Jesus. (She could take the Lord's name in vain all she wanted to as long as she didn't do it out loud.) One little sister was more than enough, really. She could imagine twins in identical prams. People would be saying how precious they were and how cute. It would be like being the only regular girl in a class full of pretty people. She got enough of that feeling at school already; having it at home would be unbearable.

Tasha wished she had X-ray vision so she could look right in Mama's stomach and see what was going on under the brown blouse tucked into the waistband of her tan slacks. Her stomach poked out a little bit, but not any more than anyone else's mother's did. Or did it? Mama ran her hand across her front, flattening the pleats.

There was the sound of a toilet flushing and DeShaun came in.

"What?" the little girl said, looking from her parents to her older sister and back.

"We been waiting for you so we can find out," Tasha said.

"I was using the bathroom," DeShaun whined.

"Tasha," Mama said, "don't snap at her like that."

"All I said was?"

Daddy cleared his throat. "Delores." He took Mama's hand again, but she didn't wrap her fingers around his. He let go to touch the sisters on the crown of their heads. His fingernails were neat rectangles against their dark hair.

"Girls," he said, "I love you very much."

Especially DeShaun, Tasha thought. She could remember the time before DeShaun was born. Mama said she couldn't possibly since they were only twenty-three months apart, but Tasha did remember and she knew that people used to love her more back then. What would life be like after the twins? She turned her face toward the wall and Daddy gently twisted her head so she had to look at his sober and unhappy brown face.

"And I love your mother too." He turned toward Mama, who seemed to be studying her knees. "But your mother and I think that it is best if we live apart right now."

Tasha looked up at him quickly. There was no baby?

"For a while," he said, looking at Tasha before turning to look at Mama.

"For a while," Mama echoed. "Just to see how things work."

"Okay," Tasha said fast. Relieved.

Her little sister DeShaun pulled a piece of loose skin from her wobbly bottom lip.

Now, Tasha felt stupid. Monica was right. Tasha was immature. And Daddy was in the wrong too. He should have said, Tasha, DeShaun, your mother and I have been playing with matches and your whole life is on fire.

After school that first day, Tasha did not wipe her feet before coming into the house. After leaving her wet umbrella on the carpet, she tramped into the kitchen leaving mad, muddy, size-six prints on the floors. She drank juice from three different glasses and didn't rinse a single one out. Frustrated, she flopped onto the couch and put her feet up on it.

"You're not supposed to put your feet up on that sofa," DeShaun reminded her.

Ignoring her little sister, Tasha placed her glass on the coffee table without a coaster. "Did you know Mama and Daddy were separated?" she asked.

DeShaun bit down on a carrot stick. "What's that?"

Tasha searched her mind. "It's the same thing as divorce."

"I don't know what that is either."

"Divorce is when the parents aren't together anymore. When the dad lives someplace else."

"I already know that Daddy is living someplace else." DeShaun looked confused. "You know that too, right?"

"Yeah, I know that much." Tasha was insulted. "I'm asking you if you knew they were separated."

"And I said what's that," DeShaun protested.

Separated was kids who only had a mother to come and hear them say a poem on Black History Day. Or the ones who had stepfathers that they called by their first names. Ayana McWhorter, Tasha's best friend, had one named Rex who didn't like Ayana or any of her friends. He was young, according to Mama, clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth, but Tasha couldn't see it. Rex was tall and thin with a narrow scar on the side of his face, which he tried to hide with a thick beard. (Unkempt, according to Mama.) Tasha wouldn't have noticed the scar at all if Ayana hadn't pointed it out: That's where someone tried to kill him. After that, Ayana always came over to Tasha's house to play because Tasha didn't like going over to her house and Mama didn't think much of the idea either.

Continues...


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  • Posted March 17, 2010

    Leaving it all

    Leaving Atlanta is the first book I've read from this author. I really enjoyed it a lot. I would recommend this book to people who like to read about true events from different points of views. For example, the whole story is basically about the twenty-nine kidnappings and murders of young elementary school kids that occurred in Atlanta in 1979- 1980. The story is being told through three different points of views; all of them being from children.
    Not only do they talk about the murders and kidnappings, but they go into the lives of the fictional characters and tell another story as well. When people are younger, almost everyone struggles to be accepted one way or another into a group of friends or people we aspired to be like or befriend. For the three main characters in the story each of their struggles are different; from parents being separated to wanting to be in the "cool kids" group at school. Not only do the young elementary school kids have to handle the pressures of everyday life and stress, but they have to fight the fear of the murders and kidnappings of the kids in their community; some of which are not only their own age, but their classmates.
    I enjoyed this book mainly because of the different perspective taken to tell the story. I feel like it's a very accurate depiction of what a child that age during the time of the tragedies would feel. For myself, not being too far off from the age of the children in the story, and having gone through a lot of what the characters go through in the story, I feel like the writing in this book catches the mind and emotions that a child would feel perfectly. I haven't read any books similar to Leaving Atlanta, but I plan to read more books by this author in the future.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    interesting spin on the black children murders of 1979-1980

    In 1979, fear grips the black community in Atlanta as someone is killing the children. The younger generation knows what is happening to some of their peers as the TV and especially their parents never stop talking about the missing children. However, there are more pressing concerns than missing or dead children as one must survive the social climate of elementary school. <P>In that environment Tasha struggles with wanting desperately to be part of the in crowd, but also must deal with the separation of her parents. Weird Rodney can¿t worry about some murderer, as he just wants to please his father, who has the uncanny ability to embarrass him in front of his classmates. A loner not expecting much from anyone and though only a fifth grader, Octavia is brilliant at hiding her feelings, but still wishes her mother would be more truthful about life and keep her junkie boyfriends away from both of them. The innocence of youth ends when classmates begin appearing on the nightly news as missing and probably dead. <P>LEAVING ATLANTA is an interesting spin on the black children murders of 1979-1980 that brought fear to the community. The story line focuses on the three children trying to gain different types of acceptance even as the unknown threat scares everyone they know. Readers will enjoy the insight of these three fifth graders, but be warned that this is not a happy ending, as twenty-nine kids died during the serial killings. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2007

    Great for Middle-School-Aged Children

    I thought it was a well-written piece that not only allows us to experience that period in Atlanta from a child's perspective, but it also intricately ties in the effect each child's socioeconomic background and upbringing has on their thought process. Definitely recommended for 11-14 year olds.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2007

    CHILDHOOD REVISITED

    This story to me is all about remembering your childhood. It mainly tells how these children were raise. The story is told through the eyes of the children, which makes it even more interesting. It will have you thinking back on the good old days, when you didn't have a care in the world. But during the time of this story, these children were robbed of some of their youth, because they had to worry about children being taken away from home by strangers. It tells how they are feeling during this aweful time in their lives and how they dealt with it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2003

    Accurate Child's Perspective

    This book is about more than just the Atlanta child murders, it's about how children learn to deal with all the scary things in life. The best thing about this book is Tayari Jones' magnificent ability to capture the inner-workings of a child's mind when dealing with everyday problems and when forced to deal with extremely 'grown-up' tragedies. Jones does a superb job of juxtaposing seemingly trivial childhood problems, such as who to sit with at lunch, with the very serious problem of kidnapping. The interesting thing is that Jones explores both ends of the spectrum without trivializing either set of problems. For example, many readers will recall feeling deathly afraid of being labled an outcast by the 'popular' kids in school, an issue faced in the book by Tasha, Rodney and Octavia. And when the kidnappings start, Jones provides just as much insight into the children's minds, as their lives are forced to change. As adults, we sometimes forget that every challenge can seem like a potential devastation in the mind of a child. So the novel almost seems to ask us questions such as, which is scarier: the fear of disappointing your father or being kidnapped by a stranger? These are the issues that are explored by this novel. The answers aren't simple or clearly defined. The book suceeds in reminding us that no matter what life throws at a child, they somehow manage. As we read about Tasha, Rodney and Octavia we remember that EVERYTHING about childhood was scary. Just because adults try to make children believe some situations are more serious than others, kids don't always see it that way. Tayari Jones does an excellent job of letting the reader into the minds of children of Atlanta during that time...and we learn that adding the fear of kidnapping into the mix was just one more scary thing they had to deal with.

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