I feel so good
Ok last period I got a rile out of this black kid in class. He says the state pledge with his fist in the air and I think it’s not appropriate. I’m not a patriotic person but I do see something wrong with that. So I told him I don’t think he should be doing that anymore and he said why. I told him that him doing that was like me heil Hitlering the state flag. He said how, and I tore him up like no ones business. First I said that black panthers used to kill white people in the 60’s and that was there little cool thing to do afterwards. Then I said that the reason they were mad was because they were slaves for a few hundred years here and they think they should have all this power. Even if white, Mexicans, and Asians were slaves at the same time that this sad black people were. For thousands of years the Romans had white slaves from all over the European countries but you don’t see any of them trying to get free money from the Romans. So he said that his meaning of the fist and my meaning of the fist our two different things. I told him that in the world they call that a disillusional sense of reality and that’s the beginning of the first stages of psychosis and schizophrenia. He then turned away from me and said nothing else. As I got applauded by my peers for tearing a new one in to a militant black kid, I felt something there. Something more then just pride. Something called love. I believe am going to try and get into the debate or psycho-analysis world. I think I found my calling in this world.