As my son’s parent it’s my job to see that he gets the best start in life. And! Since I made such a mess of my life by making poor decisions when I was young and netted nothing financially to aid my children when it came to helping them enter into the world as successful adults, then my son’s student loan repayments became mines because his entry into adulthood debt free is my job as his parent.
When Keshia Thomas was 18 years old in 1996, the KKK held a rally in her home town of Ann Arbor, Michigan. Hundreds of protesters turned out to tell the white supremacist organization that they were not welcome in the progressive college town. At one point during the event, a man with a SS tattoo and wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a Confederate flag ended up on the protesters’ side of the fence and a small group began to chase him. He was quickly knocked to the ground and kicked and hit with placard sticks.
As people began to shout, “Kill the Nazi,” the high school student, fearing that mob mentality had taken over, decided to act. Thomas threw herself on top of one of the men she had come to protest, protecting him from the blows. In discussing her motivation after the event, she stated, “Someone had to step out of the pack and say, ‘this isn’t right’… I knew what it was like to be hurt. The many times that that happened, I wish someone would have stood up for me… violence is violence – nobody deserves to be hurt, especially not for an idea.”
Thomas never heard from the man after that day but months later, a young man came up to her to say thanks, telling her that the man she had protected was his father. For Thomas, learning that he had a son brought even greater significance to her heroic act. As she observed, “For the most part, people who hurt… they come from hurt. It is a cycle. Let’s say they had killed him or hurt him really bad. How does the son feel? Does he carry on the violence?”
Mark Brunner, the student photographer who took this now famous photograph, added that what was so remarkable was who Thomas saved: “She put herself at physical risk to protect someone who, in my opinion, would not have done the same for her. Who does that in this world?”
Keshia’s choice was to affirm what some have lost.
Keshia’s choice was human.
Keshia’s choice was hope.”
Well I learned something new today!
I learned that most black people speak Jive. This coded language that has unified American black people for decades is now called slang. So far Jive remains unrecognized by most as a survival language that is mostly spoken among blacks. The funny thing is Jive is a language that has been passed down from generation to generation despite educational successes within the black community. Yet, society continues to equate this language with ignorance. When in fact Jive is probably the first unity language created in America.
Thou I try to remove the jargon from my vocabulary I must admit it makes me feel whole when I am with other blacks. Honestly, knowing slang/Jive helps me to contact to a group or race of people who are rejected by society. And perhaps that’s why so many young men and women from other races try to learn it.
Maybe the young got it! Maybe they realize Jive is a unity language that connects dislocated people. I’m just sayin’ . . . maybe all young people feel dislocated in some fashion. So to connect they speak slang. Hum . . .