Why Are You Obsessed with My Race?

Why Are You Obsessed with My Race? Chapter 21

It seems like my days repeat themselves. I can't believe the weekend is over. I am grateful that moody Monday has passed. Tuesday is here, and, well, I wonder if it will be a terrible or triumphal Tuesday. We shall see.

Today, we had an assembly because parents of the students have been complaining about the things being taught in our classes. Something about parents of all races think our county and state schools are teaching students to hate America.

I walked into the gym, and it looked like a homecoming. It was filled with parents, students, teachers, police officers—and the list goes on. My phone was vibrating in my pocket. I answered it, and it was my mother asking me if I was okay. I was confused. I told her I am fine and asked her what is going on. She said there is a riot at our state capitol and chaos everywhere.

"Your father and I are walking into the gym. Come meet us at the door," said my mother in a panic. As I walked towards the door, I saw Olivia, who rolled her eyes. I didn't feed into that. Montana waved. I didn't wave back, and Brooklyn spoke. I ignored her ass too.

"Things are getting real," said my father, holding my mother's hand, and then he reached for mine.

Our school principal took the podium. "Hello, everyone. I am happy that you all were able to join us today. We know there is a lot of conversation going on, and we would like to address it at our school the best way we know how."

A light blonde hair lady with red streaks in her hair was sitting on the bleachers. She yelled, "You are brainwashing our children! You are in the business of teaching our children to hate themselves! To hate their race! And to hate America!"

Another lady clapped her hands and yelled. "You want our babies to hate their white skin! You are teaching our children to hate being an American!" Her voice was deeper, "What did our children ever do to you!"

"What is your fucking problem?" scolded a man who I couldn't see.

The principal tried to calm the crowd. She lowered her hand, "Please let me talk. This is getting out of hand. If you do not calm down, you will be forced to leave."

Once again, someone's parent yelled, "I pay your salary!"

A guy joined in, "I pay taxes, and it pays your damn rent!"

A slim lady with a shirt on that said, Fuck off! piggybacked off both the lady and the guy, "You can't kick us out! Everything in this school is ours! We own it! Our taxpayers' dollars pay your salary and your dumb-ass teacher's salary too!"

A heavyset white lady ran down the bleachers. Her face was beyond the color of fireball red. She pounded her chest, "I am a citizen of the United States of America! You cannot deny my right! I have a right to speak!" She pointed at the principal, "What are you going to do, lock us all up?" She pumped her fist in the air, "We have freedom of speech!"

The crowd went wild as if our basketball team just scored and won the game.

A black bald-headed slim guy jumped out of his seat and yelled, "Stop brainwashing our children!"

Another black guy with long dreads walked towards the bald slim guy forcefully and said with so much anger, "You are a sell-out! You are whitewashed! What is the problem with bringing up the 'real' history!"

The slim guy raised his voice, "No, the real problem is you! You are the fucking problem! You will not let what happened be. It is time to move on! Quit blaming whites for your setbacks!"

"Move on? You sound like a fool for the white man! You are a fool for a fool. They got your black ass tangled in their white history!"

An officer jumped in front of both the slim man and the man with the dreads. The man with the dreads tried to punch the slim guy in the face. "Are you mad because the truth is finally coming out? Our children do not know anything about Black History, but they know about the white lies of the white history." Once again, the guy with the dreads tried to swing at the bald slim guy, "Our children think George Washington Carver invented peanuts!" He yelled, "Fucking peanuts! That is what they teach our children for 28 days of February. George Washington Carver invented many things; for one, he invented crop rotation! He developed it for the use of peanuts—not invented peanuts! He didn't create damn peanuts!"