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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 4:11 pm
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*Disclaimer This isn’t so much a prose piece as a diary entry. This scene really happened. Names have been changed to protect identities. This is a racial piece. Don’t get your feathers ruffled. I’m just reporting the news, I don’t make it.
With an hour to go until the lunch bell, we were stuck in the gym with nothing to do. A few friends of mine were talking nearby. I wasn’t really paying attention until “No offense or anything, but I just don’t like white people.” I looked up. “I mean, a like a few of them—my friends, you know?—but girls like Alexis and Tonnie? Hate ‘em.” I must count as a friend, I thought wryly. I’m as white as they come. Ivory, my mom called it. I politely looked away so Maria, an Asian from my history class, could point out my glaring lack of color. “And Carrie.” Alicia, the girl, smiled. “You want to know a secret?” I asked, suddenly relieved. “White people don’t like them either.” “No s**t! They were all up in my face in religion, asking questions about my boyfriend. I mean, Cris is MY boyfriend, you know? Why should they care so much?” I shrugged. “I mean, last class, they were all over him, calling him a w*****k. Stuff like that hurts ME, ‘cause I got Mexican in my blood too. I’m mixed, so just about any racial thing you say, I’m gonna take offense.” “They’re just bitchy.” Maria offered. “They talk s**t to us, too.” “I hate it when white people try to act all ghetto. I mean, it’s nothin’ to be proud of, it’s being ignorant.” I let my mind wander as she continued on. One of the great things about Alicia was that she could talk for an entire period. She wasn’t the kind of girl who expected much from you, no more than an occasional “Yeah,” or “No s**t!” As they talked, every now and then I caught snitches of conversation. I learned that her boyfriend sometimes sold drugs, that her other friends did coke. She went to parties where it wasn’t safe to put your drink down. She was a virtual gang member—many of her friends and family members outside school were in the Bloods. And she had also witnessed gang violence—one of her cousins had been shot right before her eyes.
I reflected on my own experiences. I drank—In my family, it’s a more like a ritual than anything else. But I’ve never had to worry about where my wine had come from, who was planning to slip date-rape in my drink. I have never laid eyes on a bag of coke. Before Alicia, I thought the Bloods were a basketball team. I knew she had come from a different background, but I had never really known her until that conversation. As I sat there, I realized how astonishing life is—how two different worlds can be so close.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 4:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 4:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 5:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 6:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 3:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:32 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 11:16 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 4:40 pm
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NovaKing Galladonsfire I always knew racism was a common truth in todays society.... but hearing it said out loud where everyone can hear. Wow, well I only got one thought on this....why would they be making it to where you could hear? I mean (hypothetically) If I was talking about this..I would be as quiet as possible. I mean doesn't this sound a little like someone is trying to get to you on purpose? Not all people are pragmatic and logical. Some actions are just set up on routine, others for conversation, others because they are considered, and sometimes people just don't think about what they say. Situations vary -shrug-
Yeh.. I guess you could be right. Course I mean this kinda conversation would strike me as something to be "hush hush" about, but thats jus me tho.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:36 pm
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