Mason and I

Mason and I

Friday, October 25, 2013

Day 77 of North Carolina

Finally! An interesting day! Tomorrow will be just as interesting, I promise. The folks and I are joining a party at my friend Bryndis's house. Her folks always have a get-together before Halloween. I forgot if it's an actual Halloween party OR it's a traditional fiesta, ironically before Halloween, with lots of friends and good times. I'm excited. :)

Let's chat about my day.

I want to start with how hard I freaked out once noticing I5 completely empty. Only a handful of cars were on that highway... I thought, "Is it a holiday? I didn't read on the calendar that it is... Would my school be closed? What's going on?" Even the Spokane exit wasn't packed. Turns out, there was an enormous accident - supposedly a seven car back-up. I'm happy I didn't run into that... I needed to be at my college before nine.

Arriving at school early, I jumped into the 7:30 math class (the class prior to mine) and took note on what I would be missing. Afterwards, I hurried to the theater where I was confronted with a large group of African Americans. I felt like an elephant in the room...

The reason why I, and a few other students, attended this conference was because my ENGL 101 class is writing a seminar paper on this ladies speech. Her name is Joy Degruy. I'm not sure if any one of you readers know who she is, but please look her up. She is astounding.

When I was accompanied by fellow students, I felt better. However, I was somewhat peeved that we weren't getting fancy bags and whatnot since we didn't reserve seats. I kept joking around, saying how much I pay for my college courses and I don't get to sit up close for the conference NOR receive fancy stuff. There was even food being served, yet I didn't know if non-reserved participants were allowed to eat that food. So, the students and I stood around like a bunch of dopes.

Until a well-dressed man walked up to us.

I assumed he was a teacher. Or some sort of presenter. Nevertheless, he was quite friendly - a big jokester. We bullcrapped for a good five minutes; complaining about how us students whom pay $2,000+ for our classes aren't allowed to sit up front and how we didn't know whether we were allowed to enter the theater or not. This guy kept up with my humor and bashed back with me. It was hilarious! He soon invited us over to the food. He told us we were certainly able to grab whatever we liked. I joked to the man, "Yea, I'll just say I'm with you!" He chuckled and stated, "Well, I'm the President." Out of shock of what I heard, all I could muster was, "Oh! Okay!" with wide eyes of recognition.

I didn't hold out a hand and greet him professionally... Nothin'.

I felt bad for a moment. I wondered if he was waiting for me to treat him like the important person he is.

I said to myself, "Holy Christ... I just bullcrapped with the President of my college without knowing it..."

In the end, I was assured that the President was in fact a jolly man. He joked around during the conference while introducing people. I felt relieved.

Once Joy Degruy came out on stage and began her presentation, I was baffled. Her main focus was on African American behavior and how the nowadays black man/black woman acts is because of their pasts. She called it Post Traumatic Slavery Syndrome.

Don't get me wrong; I thought, at first, this lady was over-dramatic. I thought to myself, "Lady, slavery has been over for 300 years. It's time for a new subject." But I was proven wrong. A lot of people today don't know the truth of what happened during those years of slavery AND afterwards.

Did you know if someone missed a lynching, somebody would send that person a postcard with the picture of a black man or black woman or black child strung up by their neck or being burned?

Did you know after the lynching, people would cut off pieces of bone or limbs or the black civilian's heart and save it as a souvenir?

Did you know, in 1907, a pygmy named Ota Benga was thrown into the zoo cages with monkeys? When he turned 22 and was through with being a zoo attraction, out of traumatization, he committed suicide.

Did you know the youngest person in the United States in the 20th Century was an African American boy, age 14, convicted of murder in the first degree? It took the jury ten minutes to come to the conclusion that that boy was "guilty." But science proves that George Stinney could not have possibly done what was evident on those two young white girls.

Dehumanization at its finest.

The rest of the day was subtle. Dad is currently picking up mom from the airport.

GLAD YOU'RE HOME, MA! GET READY TO PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT!

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