A Revolution of Joy

And so I turned around and I spat on the kid.  

The look of shock on his face when I spat on him.

I went to a predominantly all-white school.  I’m not predominantly white. In Social Studies class we were learning about the “Indigenous People of the Americas”. 

A voice called out, “What tribe is Marc Cordon from?” Everyone in the class burst out laughing.  

Later, when the kid called me “Dog Eater,”  

I snapped.  I spun.  I spit.  Right in his face.  Both of us in shock until the teacher screamed at me, “Marc, demerit!  Detention!”