Kristy Webster, entry #31

Long may it wave

Her gift is not imaginary

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No writing contest would be complete without an entry from Kristy Webster, winner of a past contest whose writing is so unique and impressive the Editor-in-Chief of A Word with You Press (that would be moi ) instigated a gofundme campaign in which so many of you contributed to see her work published:

Our first from the Magical Realism Series

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are well aware of her fiction-writing abilities, but for this prompt, Kristy chose a very straight-forward narrative of the events that took place during the time of our last presidential election.  Here is:

November Blues

By Kristy Webster

 

What I remember most are tiny little flags glued to toothpicks, poking out of cupcakes frosted with red, white and blue icing. I remember there were other people in the large banquet room piling up food on Styrofoam plates. I remember hearing funny sounding voices. But I was small, and six-years-old. I kept my eyes fixed on my mother’s skirt and a stack of snickerdoodles.

Even though my mother, a Colombian immigrant, was married to my American father, she lived in fear that someday immigration would come for her and steal her away from her children. Other times, when we were “bad,” our mother threatened to go back to her country and leave us behind. In the end, my mother opted for acquiring and celebrating her American citizenship. Hence, the patriotic cupcakes. I’ve always remembered that day, but it wasn’t until the past two years that I truly came to understand my mother’s anxiety.

Where I work as a third grade teacher, 93% of our students are Hispanic. Many have monolingual parents. Some students were born in the U.S, others in Mexico. Some students are bilingual, others speak only Spanish, and the rest live somewhere in between the two languages, countries and customs. The day before the most recent election, however, they became one pulsing heart, literally crying in small heaps around my classroom.

One boy sobbed harder than all the others. His friend tried to comfort him. But he could not be comforted.

“My mom is from Mexico…” he cried, “My dad says they might take her away.”

His friend, who wore a perpetual smile tried to cheer him up by saying, “My dad says if they send us back to Mexico, maybe Trump will pay for our plane tickets! I’ve never been on a plane!”

But the boy did not stop crying. I knelt down so I could look into his eyes.

“I know you’re scared,” I said, “But there’s absolutely no way that Trump will be elected. Things are going to be okay, I promise.”

I should never have made such a promise. We as adults, should never make such promises.

I watched the angry and heartbroken Facebook posts light up my feed. My liberal friends were horrified. My conservative friends felt vindicated. But I felt like a liar.

I did not want to face my students that morning. While co-workers argued, friends called out for protests, and Trump supporters celebrated, I cried in a bathroom stall, wondering how I could ever gain the boy’s trust back.

Finally, I stood in the doorway, waiting to greet my students. A blonde haired, blue-eyed girl’s face flashed something like an apology in my direction.

“He won,” she said solemnly. “Trump won.”

A wave of anxiety seized my throat. I wasn’t preoccupied with politics, the “big” picture. What concerned me was my students, especially the crying boy to whom I’d given false hope.

When the little boy walked through the doorway, I took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He smiled.

“I feel much better after you and my friends talked to me. I think it’s going to be okay,” he said cheerfully. “It’s okay for people to disagree. Some people hate him and some people don’t. Some of my friends,” his head leaned towards another flaxen-haired, blue eyed boy wearing a Trump, ‘Make America Great Again’ cap, “some of them really like him. But they are still my friends no matter what.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling okay,” I said, and I gave him a hug.

A couple months later, we read a biography on Martin Luther King Jr. We read how even when they bombed his house while his wife and child were inside, he stood on his porch and spoke of love.

Usually I can’t stand being interrupted by my students while I am reading to them. But I think the whole classroom lit up with hope when the formerly distraught boy stood up in the middle of class and announced:

“I’m going to be the next Martin Luther King Jr.! I’m going to fight for my people, just like MLK!”

Students cheered. I held back tears.

“When I grow up, I’m going to be a leader like him,” he said.

And you know, I can’t help but to believe him.

 

 

 

 

 

8 comments

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    Sarah Crysl Akhtar says:

    Trump won not so much because people are consumed by hatred of “the other,” but rather because they are exhausted by the lies and broken promises and corporate ownership of both of the two main political parties in this country.

    When Her expressed the same contempt for and stereotyping of people as is expressed within the immediately preceding fictional offering on this site, many people just said, in effect, “to hell with it,” and voted for the only non-politician in the race.

    The only President of my lifetime who I continue to admire is Jimmy Carter, who was abandoned by Democratic voters who enabled Reagan to win.

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      Sarah Crysl Akhtar says:

      When Obama, for whom I voted twice-yes-twice, failed to prosecute the war crimes of his predecessor’s administration; failed to fight for universal single-payer health coverage; failed to [insert here], many of us were profoundly disillusioned.

      When Her sent out Her daughter to tell seniors that Bernie was gonna take away their Medicare, many of us were revolted.

      The failures of courage on the left helped set the stage for this cataclysm. The Republican party’s inability to honor the secular foundations of our nation have helped set the stage for this cataclysm. Now is the time to forswear labels and fight for justice for everyone–and not just for causes du jour.

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        Sarah Crysl Akhtar says:

        I myself was glad, and proud, to finally be living in a state that permits its residents to vote affirmatively for “none of the above,” which I believe is an essential option if we truly believe in democracy, and I was reminded, when I did so, that years previously, when I told my liberal progressive bosses in Noo Yawk that we ought to have such an option, they looked at me with scorn.

        And as is the case with many who call themselves liberal and progressive, those values end where inconvenience in daily life may begin. This is another reason the stage was set for this cataclysm.

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      Sarah Crysl Akhtar says:

      PS: I’ve just read your “Where the Breaking Matters.” I don’t take all of the editorial praise on this site with less than a cup or two of salt–but yes–you are, indeed, all that.

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    Laura G says:

    A very timely piece! Interesting to read a non-fiction memoir style from you rather than a lit fiction style. Keep up the good fight!

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    Jon Tobias says:

    What I found most interesting here is that despite the generational gap between the mother and the school children the fear is the same. Time hasn’t changed it, and sadly the adult fear also lives just as strongly in the children. You want to protect them and keep them safe and unafraid, but that proves to be a very difficult task. One bravely taken on.

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    Hey Kristi, you are really missed here in Pt Townsend. Your story is so meaningful to me and many others. While it was sad, bad news when trump was elected, a friend felt it was really a blessing. It was a blessing because the truth is always a blessing. trump’s truth is so awful there is no way to hedge it. His admirer’s and those who elected him are letting us know that racism and hate are alive and flourishing in this country. That war continues. The pretense that Jim Crow and lynchings are history is clearly not true. It is too obviously in our present not our past. Should we arm ourselves in self-defense? Or should we continue on the path of MLK, Jr, Ghandi, Cesar Chavez and Dolores Huerta?

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