What's On My Mind Today
Naturally shy, I grew up in Brooklyn--Canarsie. Even though, I was quiet I was also curious and passionate about writing. That would take forms in journal entries, letters to the editors, articles and of course homework assignments. Now it's on this blog. No longer so shy or living in Canarsie, I am still curious and have a lot on my mind. Writing allows me to rant on, cope with and share these thoughts.
Friday, December 23, 2011
His Sneakers, My Dreams 21 years later & Still Nothing Has Changed but the Cost
I am republishing it here on a blog I have not updated in awhile as I felt compelled to share an incident that has never left my mind or heart after all these years. It was because of this article http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2011/12/release_of_air_jordans_sneaker.html
It has me curious, as what are the creator and superstar namesake of whom these sneakers are named for thinking about what happened. I wonder too, are they going to respond? It's the least that they could do just do it for Sam.
His Sneakers, My Dreams
By Suzanne Joblonski
My Criminal Justice class last spring was really boring. I was always tired because it was my last class of the day. When the teacher talked about the difference between first and second degree murder, I would drift into dreamland.
I would imagine what my future might be like, think of another idea for a story or poem, or of what my boyfriend and I would be doing that weekend.
Sometimes, I would stare at the sneakers of the guy who sat next to me. He had two pairs-one black, one white. Ballys, I think. I always wondered where he'd been in them, the kinds of places he went.
I'll call him Sam. He was the first person I spoke to on the first day of class. When class was over, I noticed he had forgotten his umbrella underneath his chair and I told him. He thanked me and smiled.
I Only Spoke To Him Once
That was the only time I ever really spoke to Sam, even though I sat next to him five days a week. I also remember he and another girl in class were always annoying one another, and the teacher used to joke that they'd end up getting married.
At the beginning of the term, the teacher asked us to talk about ourselves and our future plans. Most of us had some kind of long-term plan. One girl wanted to be a lawyer, another a social worker, and one of the guys wanted to be a cop. Right after graduation, Sam said he was going to go into the military. After that he wanted to become a corrections officer.
Last May (I remember it as if it were five minutes ago), I was sitting in my auto shop class. The teacher looked really upset and somebody asked him what was the matter. He told us that one of his students had been shot and killed over the weekend. He mentioned the name, which sounded familiar to me. Wasn't that the guy who sat next to me in my Criminal Justice class? The only way I could be sure was to see if he was sitting in his usual seat that afternoon. He was always there and always on time.
His Seat Was Empty
When I went to class, the seat was empty and everyone had tears in their eyes. My teacher broke the news to us: Sam was the student killed over the weekend.
It was over something stupid-I think he stepped on someone's sneakers and they got into an argument. He was killed just two weeks after we learned about the different charges for murder.
I don't usually cry a lot, but this time I did. I cried because he was a teenager and I was a teenager. My tears were for the loss of one of our own. It was as bad as if he were a member of my own family.
I am really scared that this won't be the last time this will happen to someone I know. It's been happening every day to my peers around the city. Teenagers are losing friends over stupid things-dirty looks, clothes, jealousy, and revenge.
I have one message for Sam's killers and for teenagers around New York City. Even if it looks hopeless, we are our world's future. Maybe if you plan ahead, you too can have something to look forward to. I know Sam did and so do I.
copyright Youth Communication-New York Center, Inc.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
ANANSE NTONTAN
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Change: Yes You Can
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
Happy Hanukkah
The spirit of Hanukkah season is approaching (http://www.chabad.org/holidays/chanukah/default_cdo/jewish/Hanukkah.htm). I have no real connection to religious holidays with the exception of when I was a child who questioned the existence of religion and being admonished for it by Sister Virginia. However I did find delight counting the Menorahs that radiated the windowsills in Canarsie on many cold December nights. Heck two of our closest family friends were Jewish who celebrated Christmas by having annual Trim A Tree parties. Their Festival of Lights consisted of the reds, blues, greens, yellows that twinkled and glowed on Christmas trees that were enormous and elaborately decorated compared to ours. To this day, a puny artificial tree sits in my living room during the Christmas season. (Note to self—put up tree sometime before December 25th)
The other day I was perusing the Queens Library website (www.queenslibrary.org) taking note of the events calendar as a way to plan and partake in the few days I have off at the end of this month. There is a whole array of free activities for people of all ages throughout the borough of Queens. Now that Jimmy Van Bramer, Chief External Affairs Officer of the Queens Library (http://www.jimmyvanbramer.com) has been elected to the City Council representing the 26th District I am sure library funding wont fall short as it usually does during votes on the city’s fiscal spending. One caught my eye at the Central Branch located in Jamaica that is served by many Queens’s bus routes and three subway lines including the Long Island Railroad. For directions: (www.hopstop.com). The Sunday Concerts @ Central is now in it’s 24th year where they present free concerts featuring World Music from September-July. It begins at 3:00 p.m. but I recommend you arrive by 2:30 to ensure a prime seat as the auditorium fills fast though from every angle there is a good view. December 6th’s show featured The David Glukh Klezmer Ensemble (http://www.glukh.com/klezmer.php) five guys from four boroughs represented their Jewish heritage during an awesome show. Some of the songs they played such as If I Were A Rich Man were familiar to me as they were to members of the audience that was a sampling of the cultural diversity Queens rightly claims as the most diverse community in the nation.[1] I was moved on how each of the instruments (the violin, bass, bongos, flutes, trumpet and accordion) replicated the sounds of humans crying, laughing, and singing. I could see dancers dancing joyfully at a wedding and feel the sadness in another. For further reading on klemzer music visit http://worldmusic.about.com/od/europeanjudaica/p/Klezmer.htm