September 4, 1998

“There must be some kind of way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,

Majority rules, minority rights.  Taken out of context, the rule should still apply.  Just because my race is in the minority at my high school, we should still have the same rights as the Hispanics and blacks.  I should still be able to obtain an education free from fear of physical violence.  

“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.

A mixed-race guy called me a nigger today.  You’d think after fifty years of work to remove that word from the mouths of the white race, the children of yesterday’s black civil rights leaders would have the good sense not to use that word.  

Businessmen they drink my wine, plowman dig my earth,

The Confederate flag is not a racist symbol until you make it one.  Who’s more the racist:  the people who keep bringing it up or the ones trying to make a difference through actions and not complaints?  

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

Embrace your freedom, but don’t infringe upon mine.  I want to learn, not listen to you rap in the back of the class.  I want to walk down the hallways, not dodge the gang-fights.  I want to sleep at night, not listen to you shoot from your car windows only a street away.  

“No need to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,

My aunt and uncle from Dallas are coming down tomorrow.  I guess they want to go slumming.  Something to tell their friends about.  To them, life is money.  

“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

The experience of living in Killeen has been a good one, I must admit.  Once again, I’ve been able to come in contact with various races and nationalities on a large scale.  Thank you, Fort Hood and the United States Army.  Seriously.  I’m sure someday this will all come in handy.  

But you and I, we’ve been through that, and that is not our fate,

I’ve enjoyed meeting the foreign exchange students from Belgium, Ukraine, and Spain.  It’s interesting to find out how alike we are even through our differences.  I enjoy having my misconceptions and ignorance of a place and people removed and the light of knowledge shine through.  

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

I have to admit that something deep inside me says our generation is different.  Generation is probably the wrong word.  It could just be the type of people I’m attracted to and associate with that are this way.  Not driven by money, or fame, or the meaningless collection of material items.  

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

People that immediately come to mind:  Dane (and many of Dane’s friends, from what I know of them and their aspirations), Ash, myself, Jackie… the list is shorter than I thought.  There are other people, but I don’t know enough about them and their aspirations to add them.  

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

My crush on the Ukrainian exchange student is lessening.  As I’ve said before, my biggest insecurities show themselves around girls.  The only thing I have so far been able to learn about girls is this:  If you can keep her laughing, you’ve got her.

Outside in the cold distance a wildcat did growl,

There’s a whole world out there that hates us (Americans) for some reason or another.  Maybe they hate us because we’re Free.  Maybe they need someone to blame their lack of Freedom on.  Maybe we’ve taken a part in the withholding of their Freedom.  Maybe they have reason to hate us.  Maybe not.

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

The winds of change are blowing, again.

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