Narration 2

This is the second narration segment in my piece.  I think it will be very long, so I’ll probably have to cut out some things.  I showed it to some people, and some thought that it gave a good background to where I was coming from, but others that that it was pandering for acceptance by telling people I had a black girlfriend.

The issue for me is that I distinctly remember the incident in this piece, and when I got to school that monday, I remember going to the library to research busing.  While it might be considered pandering, I don’t think I would be very honest if I didn’t include this in my film.

I first became interested in the busing issue when I was in high school.  I was walking to the train station in South Boston with my girlfriend at the time – a Haitian girl from Milton Massachusetts.  As we were walking, a group of kids from Southie drove by, slowed down, and called her the n-word.

They didn’t yell it and drive off.  They didn’t even seem to have any hate in their voice.  They said it calm and slowly as if they were making fun of her.  When they saw she was upset, they continued to passively say it in the same way that they would say, “Asshole.  Asshole.”

Having gone to private school, mostly with kids from the suburbs, I knew that the way they and their parents looked at Southie that there was a definite stigma attached to coming from the old neighborhood.  At that time, I knew a little bit about forced busing, but I began to research it a little more.

I found one documentary that chronicled the issue from the perspective of Roxbury students who were bused into South Boston.  They showed images of South Boston residents protesting angrily outside of the high school, yelling racial epithets, and signs in dire need of spell check.

Even with this anger that I had towards the nit-wits that made it impossible to walk through the streets with my girlfriend, I knew that not all residents of South Boston were this ignorant.

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