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Jerry His hair was short in a crew cut and looked just right. Look, he said. We dont want to cause any problems with you slave states, but the country can survive without slavery nowadays. Weve established ourselves apart from England, and new industry is taking the country to new levels.

That may be all fine and dandy for you, I said. I was getting into it a little. But we Southern states depend on slave labor to run our plantations. Its been done this way since the beginning, and there is no reason to change now.

Then it was funny; something happened. Stephen Gary got really mad. What are you people saying? Its wrong! Its dead wrong. I cant believe youre talking about it so calmly like this!

Stephen was playing Massachusetts, and he sat next to Jerry. His outburst was a shock to everyone. Stephens face was flushed, and his eyes were big. He looked mad and like he was going to cry at the same time. Hurstons face was blank and he stared into the back wall. I looked to the other students. Some were interested in the debate now. Lewis, the only black kid in class, had a blank look on his face too. Stacey, the prettiest girl in class, was picking a scab off the back of her hand.

My slave state partners didnt say anything so I spoke up again. It is not wrong, I said to Stephen as calmly as possible. I was being real rational. It is our God-given right as white Americans to own slaves because we are a superior race. Stephens big eyes got bigger, and his mouth became He stood like that and no one said anything. Everyone was waiting. Good Jerry had begun to speak again when Stephen jumped up from his seat, his belly shaking like a water bed.

He was screaming. You racists! No wonder Hitler killed all the Jews, because youre all a bunch of racists! In general, Stephen was an idiot. He didnt have many friends. He wasnt handsome, he didnt play sports, and he was really quiet. But more than that, he was just strangethe way he picked food from his braces in class and left the little colored bits on his desktop, or like when he told Mrs.

Steinbach that he wouldnt read The Picture of Dorian Gray because gay people were goblins who stole children to use in sacrifices. But usually he didnt say much. The class was very interested in the debate now. Ivan and John were laughing silently in the corner. Stacey had stopped picking her scab and looked from Stephen to me.

I said, I think that that is a pretty racist statement in itself. And I dont really know how it applies, especially because Im not Jewish, but I think its the wrong century. Hurston broke off his stare and landed back on earth for a second. Yes, Stephen, you cant say that because its a hundred years past the time were depicting here.

Hitler is timeless!

Now he was crying. Most people were laughing out loud now.

John and Ivan were about dying in the corner. They slapped each others back and cackled. Lewis, the black kid, was over in his spot doing nothing. Stephen, why dont you sit down, said Mr. No, I wont sit down! I wont bow down to these racists! They deserve to die! They should burn in the ovens! Now even cool Stacey looked surprised. Then she smiled.

Everyone was having a great time except Stephen. I really felt bad for him, but Staceys smile did something to me.

If I look back on it, thats what did it, that little upturn at the sides of her glossy pink lips. I wanted to make Stephen go crazy so that I could see Stacey smile. Well, Stephen, I said. Since were confusing different centuries, why dont I bring up a little book called The Bell Curve. It shows that whites and Asians are superior to black people. Racist Jewish institutional testing. It doesnt count, screeched Stephen. He was gesticulating now. His arms swung out at his sides like coiled wet towels and his belly shook some more.

Boys, said Mr. You can state your opinions as freely as you like, but you must keep the discussion to the s.

Stacey wasnt smiling anymore. She was bored. She went back to picking the scab on the back of her hand. I should have stopped arguing with Stephen but I didnt.

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I looked over at Lewis, but he still had that dumb stare. Lewis was a bad student. He hung out with the tough black crowd. There werent many black students at the school, but a group of them hung out together and acted like they were a gang. Lewis was the runt It didnt look like anything I was saying even registered with him so I really got into it. Niggers, I said, and Niggers and Niggers.

I kept saying it as part of my act. And Stephen would scream and bring his arms together in a strangling gesture. Hed grit his teeth and hiss and strangle the air to emphasize his points. I couldnt believe that Mr. Hurston allowed it to go on. It was a real show. Everyone was laughing except Stacey and Lewis. And then it was over.

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Hurston ended the debate a minute before the bell rang. He told Stephen to sit down, but he wouldnt. Then he told the class that it was a great exercise and that it was okay and brave of me to act like I had, using the N word and all, because it gave everyone a sense of what people were like back then. Some foolish people have tried to get the N word removed from Huckleberry Finn because they find it offensive. Goodintentioned idiots, said Mr. But if they were ever successful, we would lose a sense of what things were like before us.

And if we dont know our history. Everyone stuffed notebooks into bags. From across the room I saw Stephen leave with his head down. Hurston called after him but he was out the door. I went back to my regular seat to get my stuff. Staceys desk was a seat away from mine. She was already packed up when I got there. Pretty funny, huh? I said. Stephen, getting all mad like that.

I thought it was kind of scary, she said. I didnt have anything else to say so she walked out. The rest of the day was uneventful. I ate lunch, went to the rest of my classes, and then walked home after school. I passed the field and saw Jerry Holtz and the soccer team warming up for the big game against Gunn. That night I called Stacey. I got her number when I volunteered us for a joint report on the Salem witch trials at the beginning of the year.

She never helped me with the report, but I had asked her if I could keep her phone number, just to see how she was doing sometimes. I had never used it. I was nervous as I called. I had prepared some funny things to say when she answered, but she didnt answer and I didnt leave a message. I got her machine each time. Her voice was hoarse, and the way she said Stacey was so raspy and whispered it made me want to squeeze my penis until it hurt.

Later, when I called again, I realized that it was a pager, so I typed in my home number. It was about eleven thirty. There was loud music wherever she was. Hearing her voice outside of class made me tingle at the back of my neck. Hey, its Jeremy, I said. Oh, hey, she said. Where are you? I asked.

There were other voices near her. What are you doing? She was having a hard time hearing me. Who is this? Its Jeremy. Jeremy Thompson? Oh, hi. Whats up, Jeremy? I dont know. I just thought we might hang out sometime. What do you mean? I dont know, I just thought we could maybe do something sometime. Okay, I said. Then there wasnt much else to say. I forgot all my jokes. Then she said, Okay, Im going to go. Okay, Ill call you sometime, I said.

Okay, bye. She hung up, but not before I heard someone ask, Who was that? I bit my lip really hard until it almost bled. Her voice was echoing in the cold air. I was left with my computer screen and the empty room and the blackness outside in the backyard, and everything felt empty. I couldnt go back to my video game with her voice still in my head, and those other voices too. I couldnt play the game anymore without feeling like I was wasting my life.

I watched some more television in the living room until my father came home at twelve thirty and told me to go to bed. I had PE first period. It was a drag getting into those stupid uniforms first thing in the morning.

Short green sweat shorts and tight off-white T-shirts. Id always get depressed playing softball with all the other dweebs who didnt get excused from PE because they played sports. Im usually late. The day after Stephens outburst, I was getting dressed alone in the locker room when Lewis came in, followed by a bunch of the tough black guys: Ezra, Jackson, Damon, Roland, and two big white guys that hung out with them, a fat guy named Mike Farley, and a muscular guy named Damian Petrone.

They were all older and all really big. Next to them Lewis was a skinny midget. Jackson walked up to me. He played running back for the school and got most of our touchdowns. He was six foot three. I was trying to pull on my PE shorts when he pushed me down onto the bench. Use that nigger word to my face, he said. Excuse me?

Come on, use that fucking nigger word to my face, white boy. He put his hand on top of my head so that I couldnt stand up from the bench. He didnt push down; he just held it there so I couldnt stand up. Come on, white boy, say that fucking nigger word.

Call him a nigger, said Mike, the fat white guy. Listen, I was just doing it for class, I dont really think those things. What things, white boy? Those things I said. I was just saying them because I was supposed to.

Youre supposed to? Your teacher told you to call Lewis a nigger? I didnt call Lewis a nigger. He slapped me across the face. Watch your fucking mouth, he said, not laughing anymore. I looked up at him. I looked at the others. They were all serious now. I turned to skinny Lewis with his big round head. Lewis, you know I didnt call you anything.

Lewis didnt say anything. He stood there with his arms crossed. He gave me that same blank stare that he gave me in the classroom. Listen, I didnt mean what I was saying, okay? I was just doing it for class and because I wanted to see Stephen Gary get crazy. Lewis, said Jackson. That was it, just Lewis, like they had already talked about doing something and now was the time to do it.

Lewis looked at Jackson and then at me, but he just stood there. In a slow, cold voice Ezra said, Lewis, break off this motherfucking honky. Weve established ourselves apart from England, and new industry is taking the country to new levels. That may be all fine and dandy for you, I said. I was getting into it a little. But we Southern states depend on slave labor to run our plantations.

Its been done this way since the beginning, and there is no reason to change now. Then it was funny; something happened. Stephen Gary got really mad. What are you people saying? Its wrong! Its dead wrong. I cant believe youre talking about it so calmly like this! Stephen was playing Massachusetts, and he sat next to Jerry. His outburst was a shock to everyone.

Stephens face was flushed, and his eyes were big. He looked mad and like he was going to cry at the same time. Hurstons face was blank and he stared into the back wall. I looked to the other students. Some were interested in the debate now. Lewis, the only black kid in class, had a blank look on his face too.

Stacey, the prettiest girl in class, was picking a scab off the back of her hand. My slave state partners didnt say anything so I spoke up again. It is not wrong, I said to Stephen as calmly as possible. I was being real rational. It is our God-given right as white Americans to own slaves because we are a superior race. Stephens big eyes got bigger, and his mouth became 26 American History a black hole.

He stood like that and no one said anything.

Everyone was waiting. Good Jerry had begun to speak again when Stephen jumped up from his seat, his belly shaking like a water bed. He was screaming. You racists! No wonder Hitler killed all the Jews, because youre all a bunch of racists! In general, Stephen was an idiot. He didnt have many friends. He wasnt handsome, he didnt play sports, and he was really quiet. But more than that, he was just strangethe way he picked food from his braces in class and left the little colored bits on his desktop, or like when he told Mrs.

Steinbach that he wouldnt read The Picture of Dorian Gray because gay people were goblins who stole children to use in sacrifices. But usually he didnt say much. The class was very interested in the debate now. Ivan and John were laughing silently in the corner. Stacey had stopped picking her scab and looked from Stephen to me. I said, I think that that is a pretty racist statement in itself.

And I dont really know how it applies, especially because Im not Jewish, but I think its the wrong century. Hurston broke off his stare and landed back on earth for a second. Yes, Stephen, you cant say that because its a hundred years past the time were depicting here.

Hitler is timeless! Now he was crying. Most people were laughing out loud now. John and Ivan were about dying in the corner. They slapped each others back and cackled. Lewis, the black kid, was over in his spot doing nothing. No, I wont sit down!

I wont bow down to these racists! They deserve to die! They should burn in the ovens! Now even cool Stacey looked surprised. Then she smiled. Everyone was having a great time except Stephen. I really felt bad for him, but Staceys smile did something to me.

If I look back on it, thats what did it, that little upturn at the sides of her glossy pink lips. I wanted to make Stephen go crazy so that I could see Stacey smile. Well, Stephen, I said. Since were confusing different centuries, why dont I bring up a little book called The Bell Curve. It shows that whites and Asians are superior to black people. Racist Jewish institutional testing. It doesnt count, screeched Stephen.

He was gesticulating now. His arms swung out at his sides like coiled wet towels and his belly shook some more. Boys, said Mr. You can state your opinions as freely as you like, but you must keep the discussion to the s. Stacey wasnt smiling anymore. She was bored. She went back to picking the scab on the back of her hand. I should have stopped arguing with Stephen but I didnt. I looked over at Lewis, but he still had that dumb stare.

Lewis was a bad student. He hung out with the tough black crowd. There werent many black students at the school, but a group of them hung out together and acted like they were a gang.

Lewis was the runt 28 American History of the group. It didnt look like anything I was saying even registered with him so I really got into it. Niggers, I said, and Niggers and Niggers. I kept saying it as part of my act. And Stephen would scream and bring his arms together in a strangling gesture. Hed grit his teeth and hiss and strangle the air to emphasize his points.

I couldnt believe that Mr.

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Hurston allowed it to go on. It was a real show. Everyone was laughing except Stacey and Lewis. And then it was over. Hurston ended the debate a minute before the bell rang. He told Stephen to sit down, but he wouldnt.

Then he told the class that it was a great exercise and that it was okay and brave of me to act like I had, using the N word and all, because it gave everyone a sense of what people were like back then. Some foolish people have tried to get the N word removed from Huckleberry Finn because they find it offensive. Goodintentioned idiots, said Mr. But if they were ever successful, we would lose a sense of what things were like before us. And if we dont know our history. Everyone stuffed notebooks into bags.

From across the room I saw Stephen leave with his head down. Hurston called after him but he was out the door. I went back to my regular seat to get my stuff. Staceys desk was a seat away from mine. She was already packed up when I got there.

Pretty funny, huh? I said. Stephen, getting all mad like that. I didnt have anything else to say so she walked out. The rest of the day was uneventful. I ate lunch, went to the rest of my classes, and then walked home after school. I passed the field and saw Jerry Holtz and the soccer team warming up for the big game against Gunn.

That night I called Stacey.

I got her number when I volunteered us for a joint report on the Salem witch trials at the beginning of the year. She never helped me with the report, but I had asked her if I could keep her phone number, just to see how she was doing sometimes.

I had never used it. I was nervous as I called. I had prepared some funny things to say when she answered, but she didnt answer and I didnt leave a message. I got her machine each time. Her voice was hoarse, and the way she said Stacey was so raspy and whispered it made me want to squeeze my penis until it hurt. Later, when I called again, I realized that it was a pager, so I typed in my home number.

It was about eleven thirty. There was loud music wherever she was. Hearing her voice outside of class made me tingle at the back of my neck. Hey, its Jeremy, I said. Oh, hey, she said. Where are you?

I asked. There were other voices near her. She was having a hard time hearing me. Who is this? Its Jeremy. Jeremy Thompson? Oh, hi. Whats up, Jeremy? I dont know. I just thought we might hang out sometime. What do you mean? I dont know, I just thought we could maybe do something sometime.

Okay, I said. Then there wasnt much else to say. I forgot all my jokes. Then she said, Okay, Im going to go. Okay, Ill call you sometime, I said. Okay, bye. She hung up, but not before I heard someone ask, Who was that? I bit my lip really hard until it almost bled.

Her voice was echoing in the cold air. I was left with my computer screen and the empty room and the blackness outside in the backyard, and everything felt empty. I couldnt go back to my video game with her voice still in my head, and those other voices too. I couldnt play the game anymore without feeling like I was wasting my life.

I watched some more television in the living room until my father came home at twelve thirty and told me to go to bed. I had PE first period. It was a drag getting into those stupid uniforms first thing in the morning. Short green sweat shorts and tight off-white T-shirts.

Id always get depressed playing softball with all the other dweebs who didnt get excused from 31 Palo Alto PE because they played sports. Im usually late. The day after Stephens outburst, I was getting dressed alone in the locker room when Lewis came in, followed by a bunch of the tough black guys: Ezra, Jackson, Damon, Roland, and two big white guys that hung out with them, a fat guy named Mike Farley, and a muscular guy named Damian Petrone.

They were all older and all really big. Next to them Lewis was a skinny midget. Jackson walked up to me. He played running back for the school and got most of our touchdowns. He was six foot three. I was trying to pull on my PE shorts when he pushed me down onto the bench.

Use that nigger word to my face, he said. Excuse me? Come on, use that fucking nigger word to my face, white boy. He put his hand on top of my head so that I couldnt stand up from the bench. He didnt push down; he just held it there so I couldnt stand up. Come on, white boy, say that fucking nigger word.Unshockingly, every single one of these stories is written in the first person. In "American History" a high school freshman attempts to impress a girl during a classroom skit with a realistic portrayal of a slave owner—only to have his feigned bigotry avenged.

Jennifer McMahon. Think of Holden Caulfield multiplied by twelve. There was a hint of warmth, but it was contained.

Palo Alto: Stories by James Franco

The Wall Street Journal. What happened? He jumps naked in a pool and wants her to come in but she does not want to.