I once said before class to a fellow student that it was odd what sleep deprivation does to one's mind. I commented that I was having a hard time not having a low opinion of black people based on the ones I saw at IU. I explicitly said that I felt it very probable that one or two useless people without a clue were running in circles around me so that it seemed like they represented more people than just themselves, but somehow that point got left out of her report to the secret police.
But there is a lot of substance in what I said. The man shot by Gramps was the sort I am used to, with a clue and a lot of sense. Not kowtowing to the racist administrators and singing the "you are racist" song to everyone who looks at the world pragmatically then scurrying about the parlor floor for a few scattered rasins in reward.
Before Gramps went to prison he decided he needed a boy to do what the man he had killed didnt get a chance to do. So he knocked up grandma. Grandma didnt want to be mom again, so she made becky claim the child. Becky wasnt up to it and left the baby alone with grandma, and about 10 years later a flood washed up its remains by the creek.
When Gramps and I came back to indy, I called him Dad for a while. Then he found out I wasnt his kid and I called him Gramps.
At first he gave up on the idea of having someone do what the young man was going to do, as that isnt a job for a lady, but after Gary raped me and made it so I could never pray, some black men dropped a shower on Gramp's foot so that he would have 6 weeks down time to talk to me and tell me the story of how the world really is.
I knew a lot about how the world was, but I had met both idealists and hypocrites so I had some sky pie ideas. Actually, everyone in western china had been wondering where gabby went, and upon reading about the police man in indiana they realized they had found him, which is another reason why I am here.
