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The World Is Definetly Not Flat. Chapt 8. Camel Jockey Go Home
The World Is Definetly Not Flat. Chapt 8. Camel Jockey Go Home
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place. I had flown about, rotated, moved around, circulated, and eight
years later, I was back at Highland High. Back to the same school and,
teachers were mostly the same as when I left. All trimmed, neat and
only undesirables were my tribe, the ones displaced from South High.
The district had sent only a few of us there. Most were sent to run-
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down schools in poor neighborhoods. I was back on the East Bench, the
city uplands, the top shelf. The name of the school said it all: Highland.
absence. The new one was a loving and empathetic man, fatherly,
Canadian, a green man. I had tried to be one once, but I got caught.
man. He was towering, hardy and starchy. He did not drink, never
Confederate general from the American Civil War. All he needed was a
scraggly, old warhorse and a gray uniform. I didn’t care for him. Gray is
not my favorite color.
***
The school had three counselors. One was a tall, kind man,
another was a short, kind woman. The third had blue eyes, a shiny
nose, golden hair and looked like a blue angel. I fell in love with her. I
***
Walking the shiny, wide and long halls of the school was a
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and outside, the trees, the roses, bushes and the green grass, everything
angel girls.
iron rail of the front stairs. It was the best view to watch for his buddies.
not. He was an innocent Jewish boy who got caught in Khomeini’s plot
him. All Jalal had gotten for his innocence was the plastic key around
more time for his silly jokes and big laughs. I could see him sitting at
“Knock. Knock.”
“Who is there?”
“Khomeini!”
“Khomeini, who?”
everyone around the table would bang their fists and shout in unison,
behind a baby’s casket. So sad, so dark. The first days of my second tour
at Highland were full of sad thoughts, thick, gloomy and blue. It was
***
The district had transferred about fifty English-as-a-Second-
families could not afford to live in the area. The kids were bussed in. It
was a bad idea bussing them miles away from their own neighborhood,
only to cram them into a janitorial closet and bus them back again.
It was some sort of convenient political decision made without any
Dr. Smiley and the other goofballs who agreed to close South
High said sending them to the more affluent schools would close the
gap between the haves and the have-nots. I never, not once, witnessed
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single sentence, not one word. The American students paid no attention
to the ESL kids. Despite or maybe because both groups were the same
kids. Could it be they were not at all interested in the world outside
of the United States? Did they regard the other students as some kind
of extra footage, footage that somehow did not get on their nightly
TV shows? Each of these free birds was like a rare and beautiful book
you could thumb through, read, learn from. The foreign students were
invisible in that fancy, bustling school. Nobody saw them. They were
evidence, proof, unwelcome reminders that all was not well in the
world.
The only visible one was Jinji, the little Cambodian boy.
His English had improved noticeably. He had little difficulty with his
pronunciation. When I saw him, I did not see him. I saw a round,
could not see his hands, chest, or legs, only his head above a giant
He popped out his head like a spring lilac, like a short John
Stockton bobble-head doll. His silky black hair covered his small
and breathed Stockton. When Stockton broke his leg, Jinji went into a
and his new classmates. He had the same funny face, the same big smile
and the same short legs. The only change was the color of his basketball
jersey. It was no longer his beloved Jazz colors. It was shiny golden and
purple, the Lakers’ team colors. He was no longer Number 12. He was
Number 34. Jinji had sent Stockton into early retirement. His new idol
hard to find.
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***
I went to inspect my old closet classroom. The room had a
fresh paint job, a blend of brown and pink, the color of old stew. The
What a sad story it was! The Shah had died. Carter had retired
to Plains, Georgia. Iran was in deep shit. It was a new world and it did
not seem that only eight years had passed; it felt more like eighty.
old buddies. But the stubborn spider webs still hung on the ceiling.
The moment I walked into the room, my eyes went to the spot, the
birthplace of our tiny little revolution. Oddly, being back to the same
pharaoh’s tomb made me feel like a sour loser, a double loser. I had lost
two revolutions: the big nasty one back home and the innocent, little
with Dr. Zhivago step-by-step along the long road. He had become
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more handsome, taller and stronger in my mind over time. He was the
one who had carried the big red flag in front of us that day. They were
all gone. My little heroes were gone, the first ones scattered in the wind.
***
I was gripped with a sense of gloom and dejection. To me,
Highland High was more like a mourning house than a learning house,
more like a snobby East Side shopping mall. Some people were friendly
and gentle but not to us. I tasted at Highland the same bitter treatment
as before, but back then my students did not sleep in shelters, they
did not have to walk miles if they missed the yellow bus. And none
of them drove old Pinto cars. My Iranian students had had their own
They lived lavishly, happily. If money does not buy happiness, it surely
wars of the eighties. Each had a unique story about a lost brother or a
missing sister. I listened to their stories about being forced to flee from
could recognize the newcomers from miles away. They wore old and
ill-fitting garments, no socks, torn, muddy shoes that were too large
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or too small, bad homemade haircuts, sunken eyes and hollow cheeks.
The Africans were the most shy and confused. They were the ones who
sat in a corner for hours, staring at the doors, windows and walls of
the school. They were the only black students in Highland High. The
Latinos cried and smiled more. The Afghan girls stayed away from
boys, never spoke to boys. The Vietnamese did not get along with the
seventeen different countries. Every day they came, sat and watched me.
They watched each other and they sat watching their sorrows fill that
Father Ivan gave us some colored pencils. Small kids, small happiness,
small world.
countries. Soon, there were seventeen small flags hanging above the
board. The Cuban flag was the last one, made by Jardi. He was already
an old man of thirteen years. We had never had a Cuban before. The
only Cuban I knew was Fidel Castro. The day Jardi arrived I was
family, and we had already read about his heartbreaking story in the
sunken boat. He had lost his entire family when they fled Cuba. His
little sister had been eaten by sharks. He was very small and skinny. He
coughed a lot. I wondered if the salty ocean water had hurt his tender
throat. He never said a word. He never smiled. He was sickly and pale
the day he arrived, anemic looking. After a few days, his skin color
tuberculosis. The bad news spread around school like a house of cards
set on fire. Then it flew around the city. Tuberculosis in Highland High
School! It became headline news in Utah. And the whole calamity had
Some blamed it on Father Ivan. I decided the real guilt lay with Fidel
Castro. The disease was his gift to us. He was as responsible as was
of harsh, colorful, bitter pills. Damn you, Fidel Castro! You shall live
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They used blue ribbon tape to cordon off the area around our
weeks.
and gracious man at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was not a
As the story goes, Father Ivan said The Hell with this and
returned to the pastoral life. If true, perhaps those were the harshest
***
Not until the first day of the new school year did we learn that
Mr. Red Neck, my former South High tormenter, would be our new
Fuck that shit! said the little brown boy. We’re outta’ here. Quit
Still, the idea of seeing Mr. Red Neck every day was more
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flags the kids had made and left. On my way out I walked into the
secretary’s counter.
“To Hell with all of you!” I repeated exactly what Father Ivan
It was rumored that I threw a textbook at Mr. Red. The truth is,
evil-people list, for making Jardi sick and causing Father Ivan to leave.
Castro went in the same column as Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tricky Dick
***
Everybody has an evil-people list, don’t they? How else can you
make sense of the world? The first person on my list is the teacher who
flogged me upside down when I was six years old. I put my father on it
Today, my list includes the evil men of the world, the dictators,
ruling Myanmar junta, and the midget generals in North Korea with
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their oversized-hats. These are only a few. And there are not only killers
the Fox News yo-yos; Murdock himself, O’Reilly, Hannity, Glenn Beck
and others. I find them guilty of cheerleading for Bush’s war. George W.
the Holocaust denier, a veteran assassin still working hard on his evil
legacy.
You must keep the list on paper. You should not keep it in your
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