Experiences of my “different” classmate

As a Christian girl, I grew up in surroundings that were respectful to all kinds and types of religions, people, races, and ethnicities. However, I also grew up surrounded by the sometimes extremely exaggerated and unreal media on certain people who are targeted like the Muslims and Islam in general. I was raised believing that every religion has its own followers and that it is of personal choice as to what you take to believe in and follow, whether it was Judaism, Christianity, Hinduism, Islam, or even atheism. As I grew up, I realized that there were a lot of groups around me emerging to fight the actual definition of what Islam is, which is literally the word “peace”. Furthermore, I am going to take you on a journey in which I had the opportunity to interview a Muslim girl who has had both negative and positive experiences in response to what she believed in or what she had worn on her head. Also, it was interesting to me seeing what different people believed in and why. It was really interesting especially because I grew up being an atheist.

As soon as I knew we had to interview someone of opposite or, to be more clear, someone with a different set of characteristics, I knew what I was looking for immediately. I spotted someone that I came across in the hallway yesterday who happened to greet me very nicely and cheerfully. This someone happens to be in my class, and as far as I knew, she was a Muslim immigrant. I walked up to her and she immediately remembered me from our last time meeting each other. I wasn’t surprised when she greeted me in the same sweet way, so I proceeded with my question. “Would you mind if we became partners for the interview?” I asked. She happily agreed, so we went on talking about when was best for us to meet and interview one another. A week passed and it was finally time for me to ask all the questions I had running through my mind. I had a lot of questions that I wanted to be answered just out of curiosity and I didn’t want any of them to sound like I was trying to be rude or way too nosy. My best solution was to write them down in a decently professional manner so that both parties would be able to ask and answer with no tension or embarrassment in the atmosphere.

Of course, I went ahead and did a little bit of research a couple of days ahead from this meeting. According to Michael Lipka, an editorial manager of religion research at Pew Research Center, half of Muslim Americans say it has become harder to be Muslim in the U.S. in recent years. And 48% say they have experienced at least one incident of discrimination in the past 12 months. But alongside these reports of discrimination, a similar – and growing – share (49%) of Muslim Americans say someone has expressed support for them because of their religion in the past year. And 55% think Americans, in general, are friendly toward U.S. Muslims, compared with just 14% who say they are unfriendly. As a start, my first set of questions were about the place she was raised in and the kind of people she was around. My second set of questions included things like the choices she made growing up and whether any of them forced. I also told her to explain how girls or women are precisely treated since the media always portrays them as victims of male and societal oppression. Lastly, I wanted her to give me a brief explanation of why she migrated to the U.S.

She started off by telling me that she came to Kansas City to pursue an education; she was returning to Saudi Arabia after she gets her degree. Then she giggled as if she has already heard the rest of those questions and has seen them all before whether it was on social media, a newspaper, or has heard them on CNN. She started off by telling me that it is really unfortunate that the majority of people choose to overlook the actual meaning of Islam which is actually in the word “Islam” itself. Moreover, as I previously stated after I had done some research, it means peace, and that is what Huda told me. She continued explaining that back home in the middle east, she grew up in an extremely safe environment where they would hear of crime maybe once a year if any. She explained this is because what’s thought to be the actual reason behind all the prohibited things a Muslim shouldn’t come near. She stated, “In my country, you can’t find one store or restaurant that sells alcohol the same goes to weed and things of that sort.” She continued explaining how this is the main reason behind the extremely low crime rates, car accidents, and just unnecessary fights or arguments. She also told me about her childhood saying, “As a kid, I went to a school where we had clubs and I was able to join ballet class and a karate class which I attended with my two younger brothers.” Outsiders always have this idea that Muslim girls are only found in the kitchen but no, this is completely incorrect, as I grew up playing several sports and volunteering in multiple places like animal shelters and other organizations. When I grew up and felt like I was actually aware of everything around me in a sense that I am a fully-grown woman, I chose to wear the hijab, which is the cover worn or wrapped around a girl’s head. She explained why that is by saying, “I believe that a girl is like a diamond, she should keep herself safe and sound from all the eyes and desires out there for she is not a piece of meat (cheap). She continued telling me how because of that all my girlfriends always felt comfortable with the men around us in the malls or in public for no one ever tried sexually assaulting anyone. We are able to practice whatever thing we want to do such as driving or participating in whatever occupation we want as long as it serves the country, my family, and it doesn’t go against Allah’s teachings; the same is applied to the men as well,” she stated.

To conclude, this changed my perspective of how I used to see the women being treated in Eastern societies and it opened my eyes more to what was happening around us from injustice. All the groups emerging like ISIS, trying to ruin the reputation of Islam and the beautiful and pure teachings it has. The Islamic world wishes to live at peace with the West as well as the East. It wishes to devote its resources and energy to building a better life for its people based on the teachings of Islam and not to waste its resources in either internal or external conflicts. Finally, it seeks to create a better understanding of the West and to be better understood by the West. The destinies of the Islamic world and the West cannot be totally separated and therefore it is only with better and more respectful behavior that will help have them serve their own people more successfully and contribute to a better life for humanity.

Islam and its Stereotypes

The interview I had with Omar Aldaei was enlightenment on a very personal level. During this interview, I was able to gather adequate information on the issue of religion. Moreover, I was able to get first hand information from the interviewee and create personal assumptions. In this essay, I will furthermore discuss the topics that we talked about in the interview and give personal insights in regards to the same.

In regards to what religion is, Omar said, “I think religion is a system of faith, and worship, where many people have subscribed to.” (03: 17) Personally, I agree with his explanation because people of different faiths subscribe to different religions and with time, they develop faith in this religion and begin to worship their idol. We also discussed the issue of Islam and whether Omar had a hand in how he became a Muslim. He was born in a family of Muslims and due to the belief of his family’s teachings, he decided to remain in the religion. “Since when I was young, all I have known about religion is Islam. My parents were born Muslims, my grandparents were Muslims, and the entire line of family were Muslims. I chose to stay in this religion because I believe in their teachings and because I think this is the only true religion.” (05: 30)

In my opinion, I believe most people continue believing in the religion they were brought up into and only a small percentage of individuals change their religion; mostly in their adult life.

In the interview, Omar talked about how he had begun figuring his Islamic religion from the tender age of thirteen. “I figured out what my religion entailed when I was thirteen. This is the time I had more questions about religion than answers, and I usually get religion advice from the Imam or from my parents.  At that age, I saw what entails humanity, by seeing how religion helps the poor, and the suffering in the society, I surely wanted to be part of.”(07:00)

During this time, he had started questioning issues including religion which was directed to his family. He adds how he learned about humanity and the concept of helping the poor and the society at large and how he desired to be a part of it. I believe actions in religion are what either pull an individual closer or further away from said religion. In most cases, people want to be involved with a religion that “does the right things” and most of these are what attracts people in a religion. In the case of Omar, seeing that his religion did the right things made him want to be more involved. On the topic of misconception about the Islamic religion, Omar defines it as faith and not a place of ignorance or superstition. He also adds how religion has been there for thousands of years and will continue to be practiced. I also believe that religion is not a superstition but a practice done by people with a certain faith towards a certain idol. 

On the issue of discrimination in the interview, Omar admitted being discriminated against and he also talked about how other Muslim individuals had faced the same. In his examples of scenarios of discrimination, Omar admitted to being labeled as a terrorist and people not wanting to be involved with him. Personally, I have also been treated as a terrorist on many occasions due to the fact that I am also a Muslim. Non-Muslims judge us based on our way of dressing which gives off an illusion of “a person we are not” and this creates difficult situations for Muslims. Omar also talked about being denied certain utilities and employment opportunities. It’s also evident that Muslims are sometimes denied access to clothes stores or jewelry stores because of the fear of bringing terror. Moreover, our dressing discourages us from getting employment opportunities due to false suspicions or due to the false fear non-Muslims have against Muslims. The problem with some intolerant non-Muslims is that they make assumptions that since the statistic of Muslims being involved with terrorism is higher than other religions, they pass the same judgment onto other innocent Muslims.

When I asked Omar about how the Islamic religion has impacted his life, he talked about the positive effect on issues such as his education, beliefs, principles, and character which was passed down from his parents and also how other people misjudge his religion when they believe Islam does not advocate for peace. Even with Omar explaining to non-Muslims how peaceful his religion is, he still feels how others misjudge his religion. This again boils down to how people believe that all Muslims are terrorists and with this fear, some of these non-Muslims have no faith that a Muslim can be peaceful. According to Omar, he believes the Islamic religion is the worship of the true god based on your beliefs, principles, topics with the end times, and what humanity entails. He also added how his religion made him freer in his daily activities. Personally, I believe every religion taken by an individual creates an environment of peace and the feeling of satisfaction hence Omar feeling freer in his religion. In addition, on the concept of Islam being a true religion, I believe every religion comes with its principles and truths which is what constitutes to a religion.

In relation to what religion felt close to Islamic, Omar talked about Christianity and how stories in the Bible and Quran are similar. I have also felt that Muslims and Christians have a similar history and both religions seem to have a few beliefs and principles in common. Omar believed that religion was the only way to live in a conflict-free environment and in harmony with different people from different religions. This may be true, but excluding everything else can be hard to keep people in harmony. This is because a sizeable percentage of individuals do not believe in any religion which means that if we were to only use religion to create a livable environment, some people would not want to be a part of it and there would be no continuous peace from all humanity.

In the interview, I decided to ask Omar what would lead me into his religion despite me being a part of it. He answered by saying his religion had good teachings and beliefs which from a personal level, I would agree to. I believe that this religion is as wonderful as other religions out there, and no religion is better than the other despite the beliefs. Despite the many beliefs portrayed and practiced by different religions, I believe that everyone should be engaged in a religion where they feel comfortable and that their beliefs can be of benefit to their lives. According to Omar, he grew up only knowing the Islamic religion which is what has led him to be comfortable with the religion based on its principles such as when he talked about how as a thirteen-year-old, he witnessed how his religion helped the poor. As stated before, religion is not only an institution but also what actions are depicted by its followers. Ethically, we can all differentiate from what is wrong and right. If a person believes a certain action is wrong in a religion, they are most likely not to be involved; however, if the person does not have any moral standards or beliefs, he/she can get involved with any religion. In the case of the Islamic religion, there is the belief of peace, helping the poor and being kind. This religion also follows strict rules based on morals and this is what creates a livable environment among the believers. However, I believe everyone has the opportunity to choose a suitable religion for themselves.

Tradition & Progress

Mandy (middle) and her children, (from left) Bobby, Alison, and Brittany, 2017 (All Rights Reserved)

This is a series of personal entries and a letter creatively formulated from an interview with Mandy Martinez. This series is an attempt to humanize the little girl who was robbed of her first love, the teenager who wanted to be understood, and the woman who was strong enough to be herself. The last entry is entirely non-fiction, as I pulled it from my very own journal.  

March 1989

Dear Diary,

Today in class we learned about genealogy. The teacher asked us to make a family tree. I learned that I am Hispanic, French, and Moroccan It was easy to fill in the branches closest to me: my mom, Michele, my dad, Armando, my mimi, Lucienne, my papa, Bill. I had to ask my mom about our family, to assist me in filling in the branches that extended past my immediate family. Then the teacher told us to predict our futures. We were supposed to add a page of branches dedicated to our future family. I looked at my mom’s name, my grandma’s, and my great grandma’s; the boxes framing their names were connected to their husbands. It felt weird making up my husband’s name, and not because I am only eleven and I shouldn’t be considering marriage, but because I never pictured having a husband.  But what else would I put in that little blank spot next to my name? I decided not to write anything. Ambra was sitting next to me while we made the family trees. She wrote, “whoever I fall in love with” in the box. I like that. I like her too. We became friends today. 

Goodnight,

Mandy M.

April 1989

Dear Diary,

Ambra and I ate lunch together every day for the past month. She always gives me her Jell-O Pudding Pops and I always give her half of my turkey sandwich. I like her a lot. She has pretty, blue eyes and dark hair. She has become my best friend. She tells me I am the best girl friend. I wonder if she has any other friends that are girls? Am I really the best? I hope so.  I want her to stay my best friend for a long time. She walks me home every day. Ambra’s mom lets her because she lives on base too, not far from me. Speaking of moms, mine is driving me nuts. She tells me I spend too much time with Ambra. Wasn’t she just encouraging me to make more friends that live on the military base? She says my compliments are inappropriate. She won’t even let her spend the night like my other friends do. Geez, I don’t know why she is so scared of Ambra. It’s not like she is a bad influence. The only way I can remain Ambra’s best girl friend, is to keep it a secret from my mom. And that’s just what this diary is for: keeping secrets. 

Signing off. I hope Ambra brings a vanilla pudding pop tomorrow.

Mandy M.

May 1989

Mandy, her sister, Tammy (middle), and their mother, Michele attending Pridefest, 2016 (All Rights Reserved)

I have a confession- one I can only tap onto my typewriter. I did a terrible thing. My big sister, Mandy, didn’t deserve to be punished. I did. I talked back to the teacher in class today and the teacher called my parents. Beads of sweat trailed down my face as I neared the front door. I didn’t know what to expect, a spanking? No, mom would find a punishment that was fitting for the crime, like soap in the mouth to wash out my back-talking. I hate the taste of that blue oily soap. And drinking water only makes it worse. When I walked through the front door, mom was sitting on the couch waiting. Mandy was behind me, my protector. She ran upstairs before she could get caught in the middle of my mother’s rampage. She yelled at me for a second, telling me how much I embarrassed her for disrespecting a teacher. What would all the mothers on the military base think when my peers hinted towards my rebellion to their parents? She likes to remind me about how much they gossip about the bad kids at church. Then what would the others at church think? I was afraid of getting grounded and losing my whole weekend over talking back to the teacher, so I said it. I said the one thing I knew would take the attention away from myself… I told her Mandy was gay. How do I know she’s gay? I saw her kiss Ambra at school. On the lips! Mom’s fury was no longer aimed towards me. I placed it promptly onto Mandy. I’m so sorry, Mandy. I didn’t know she would whip out the belt. 

Sincerely,

Tammy M., Mandy’s sister

January 1994

Entry #217

What a weird couple of months. First, I see Mandy with her boyfriend, Enrique, and figured she would only ever just be a friend to me. Another straight girl. Then when I talk to her in Sophomore Spanish class, she laughs off their relationship like they are just friends. “I don’t really like-like Enrique. I mean he’s cool, but he’s just not the person I want.” Those were her exact words. I could tell she got giggly and happy towards me, so I finally considered the possibility that she may be into me. I went for it and asked her on a date. We grubbed on In & Out, listened to the new Nine Inch Nails CD, and I even planted a kiss on her cheek. Not bad for a first date. We spent two whole months together before she let me even see where she lived. She told me she was afraid her parents wouldn’t approve. The word she always uses to describe them is “traditional.”  Well, she was right, I think. Mandy promised me she would talk to her mom about us so I wouldn’t be a secret anymore. That was the last time we spoke. I tried talking to her at school, but she changed her classes. I tried to call her, but the line never rang more than twice. I guess that’s the end of that.

With a broken heart,

Tina K., Mandy’s second love

Dear Father John,

Mandy and her mother, Michele (left), attending Pridefest, 2016 (All Rights Reserved)

It has been brought to my attention that my sixteen-year-old daughter was having an inappropriate relationship with another female. The person my daughter is infatuated with wears raggedy dark clothing, has a choppy haircut, and is, worst of all, a woman. I am sure you have dealt with blasphemous over-sexualized youths in your program much worse than my Mandy. I think she may need some guidance, if this phase of hers continues. I would like you to teach her the proper way of life; the traditional life with a husband and children. Mandy wants to be a nurse; she wants to help people. That proves she is a good person despite her sinful desires. I have done my research and have come upon a conversion program you are holding in the summer. I am interested in registering my Mandy this upcoming summer, if she doesn’t change her ways immediately. I want to be a grandmother. I want my daughter to feel whole! I trust you to guide her away from the alternative lifestyle I fear she may want to live. 

In the name of tradition and The Holy Spirit,

Michele M., Mandy’s mother

June 2003

Dear diary,

Mandy and her family at Pridefest, 2018 (All Rights Reserved)

I haven’t written in this old thing in years, but I feel as if writing will give me some form of therapy. I think I am finally ready to leave Robert. He is a good man, an amazing man. He is a perfect father to my three children, and I will always love him, but something is missing. Something has always been missing. I have sacrificed my true self to satisfy my mother, my husband, and my children. I am a fucking adult. My mother cannot run my life or threaten to send me to a conversion camp. I know my kids will be hurt by the separation, but my oldest, Brittany, is six years old. I have time to help her understand as she ages. All of them. They will understand because they love me. I am a lesbian. It feels so refreshing to write. The ink is dry upon the page and my words have meaning. I am going to leave Robert tonight. My kids will forgive me, right? What if they hate me for dragging them into an alternative lifestyle? Now I sound like my mother.

I can do this.

Mandy M.

July 2015

Mandy, her wife, Angel (left), and her children, Bobby, Alison, and Brittany, 2018 (All Rights Reserved)

Hey, journal. It’s Alison again. Who else would it be? Whatever. I just got home from Pridefest with my family. We all got decked out in rainbows and had so much fun. Mom and I saw our favorite drag queen perform! Pride is my favorite family tradition. Everyone is so inclusive and fabulous! After Pride, mom and her girlfriend, Angel, took us to Steak N’ Shake for the perfect burgers. While we were all sitting in the squeaky booths, scarfing down our burgers, I noticed my mother’s smile. It was a certain smile that is only possessed in the genuine haze of late-night diner food. It was a smile I recognize, for it portrayed her happiness in that moment. The genuine gleam to her grin makes me grin, because I know my mom is happy. My grandma called mom after she saw the pictures my mom posted on Facebook from Pride. She asked if she could join us next year. Progress. 

Love,

Alison K, Mandy’s daughter

Uzay/Space

“Death toll rises to 50 in New Zealand mosque shootings,”

“The gunman intended to continue his attack,”

“Manifesto filled with anti-Muslim Screeds-”

These are the words I read as I attempt to

Write a poem about an interview with my

Muslim brother.

I think back to the summer

My family welcoming him into our home

The laughs we shared after work into the late of night

Teaching each other new things

Protecting and Loving each other fiercely

Despite the obvious difference

In our skin and voice

When people find out that you are Muslim

They shift in their person

They go from friendly conversation

To barely saying anything at all

All because of what society has taught people to think

Uzay told me that if he could change anything about society

The religions would not be important

It would be who you are, what you do- that would be important-

And yet, the hatred is rooted so deep that

Senseless genocide seems to be the only response to difference

For a class about genocide, I am writing a poem about genocide,

Because I am reminded all the time that Uzay could be killed

For what he was born into– and not what he got to choose

Some say that Ignorance is bliss, but ignorance is far from bliss

Ignorance is the reason that I fear for the loss of my dear friend

Ignorance is the reason that muslims are universally stereotyped as violent

Ignorance is why 50 people that were trying to worship in their safe space

Are now dead

So when will it end?

Artist Statement:

Gabrielle Moss, Portrait of my little sister and our Turkish friends, St. Louis, April 2019. All Rights Reserved.
Gabrielle Moss, Portrait of Uzay as a baby, Istanbul, April 2019. All Rights Reserved.

I have never really written a poem, nor did I think I could, but passion made it seem like one of the easiest things that I have ever done. I seemed to have too many words for a narrative that made sense, so this free verse style of fragmented thoughts worked well to depict everything that was on my mind in the moment.

Gabrielle Moss, Portrait of Gabrielle and Uzay, Eureka, Missouri, April 2019. All Rights Reserved.
Gabrielle Moss, Uzay’s Family (Grandmother, Twin Sister, Mother, Father), Istanbul, April 2019. All Rights Reserved.
Gabrielle Moss, Uzay’s Family (mother, twin sister, father, older brother, Uzay), Istanbul, April 2019. All Rights Reserved.

During my interview with Uzay, I asked about some things that I saw firsthand during his time in the United States. The stanza that starts, “When people find out that you are Muslim-,” is in response to a question that I asked- “How do you find people react to your religion?” Over the summer I saw people meet my friend with hesitation, aware of his foreign ethnicity at first glance. They treated him so differently from me and my fellow native co-workers, approaching him with fear and lack of knowledge. Anytime I see things in the news like the New Zealand Mosque shooting- which is referenced in my poem- I am reminded of how vulnerable Uzay is in this world that doesn’t practice tolerance and universal acceptance. Much like the persecution of Jewish people for their religion, the Muslim people of today are facing dangers for their religious beliefs as well. Because of the connection I was able to draw between the experiences, I couldn’t think of anything better to write about for this project.

The Things They’ll Remember

I pulled up to Tay’s Donut Joint. My car dash clock read 6:23 a.m. I slumped out of my car and headed towards the door of the doughnut joint. It was my daily routine of stopping at the joint before my day started. The room was quiet as I walked in. There was a white woman sitting in the far booth, and two black men sitting in a far table on the other side of the joint. There was a server behind the counter. I shuffled towards the counter. Without looking up, I grunted…

“The usual, Dave.”

I picked up a nearby newspaper and scanned the headlines.

“Dave’s not in today, but I’ll get you whatever you need pal!”

Surprised by the voice, I looked up. Instead of a hairy middle aged bald man, whom I was expecting, there was a clean shaven boy in front of me.

“Sorry. I was expecting Dave. I’ll take a coffee.”

The bright eyed young server grabbed a mug from underneath the counter and started to fill it with coffee.

“Say, aren’t you Parker Jones?”

“Yea, what’s it to you?”

“You’ve been my idol since the first grade!”

“Hmph”

“I haven’t seen you in the media in a while! Where have you been?”

“I’ve been laying low, kid, for a reason. Now if you would please hand me my coffee and leave me alone, I would really appreciate it”

I see server’s face fall and his eyes dull. He picked up the coffee mug and slid it over to me.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

The server turned and started towards the back kitchen. I felt guilty. I know I can be hard sometimes, but that’s what war does to you! I decided to give him a chance.

“Wait, kid.”

I see him stop and turn.

“What’s your name?”

“My name’s Tom. Tom Cook.”

“Tom Cook. What can I do for you?”

Tom, the server, shuffled back towards the counter.

“I’ve always heard about you, Mr. Jones. You’re very well known around here. My parents used to tell stories of you all the time! Can you tell me about the war? What happened to you after the war? Where did you go?”

“All the stories? Ha. Yeah, they were the gold old times. The war was very glorifying. I’ve met a lot of my lifelong buddies there.”

“That’s interesting, how was the actual country and environment over there?”

“War was different. War changes people. When you’re over there, the men in your platoon are your brothers. They’re family. You fight for each other, to keep each other alive, and you die for each other. It was you and your brothers versus the world over there.”

I shifted in my stool. I missed my brothers in arms. I even almost miss Vietnam. Even though everything over there, every little animal, person, or even object, tried to kill you in some horrible way, I missed it. I missed feeling like I belonged in a group. The men and women of the military, in Vietnam, were basically a separate society from the society back at home. The army society in Vietnam accepted everyone. No matter your race, gender, or ethnicity, as long as you were wearing the same uniform, they treated you like family.

“Did you keep in touch with any of your platoon mates?”

“No. After the war ended, we all went back to our own separate ways, back to our homes. I went back to my hometown of Macon, Missouri. I’ve been here ever since.”

“What have you done since you’ve been back for all these years? How has it been?”

“It’s been quiet. Over the years, people have forgotten about the war and about me. Some young kids today don’t even know about me or even about the war. It’s been very peaceful.”

Truth be told, I was partly lying. Yeah, its true that people have forgotten. But, it hasn’t been peaceful. Not a single bit. I haven’t been able to sleep at night. Walking out to grab mail is hard. I always get stares whenever I go to fill up on gas. Everything is so different. Society here is so different. Society here look at outsiders with a look of disgust. If you are different, in any way, they treat you differently. They avoid you. It’s dehumanizing. What did I fight for? Why did I come back?

“I’m glad to hear it! You know, I’ve always looked up to you. You were always my hero. Hearing those stories of how you saved your entire platoon, it’s so awesome!”

“I’m glad I could play some type of role in your life. I’m sorry for being so rude earlier. Over the years, I’ve learned to shut people out.”

Ever since I’ve been back, I’ve seen how backwards society here still is. The segregation is still very prominent. Society appears to be a melting pot, mixing different ethnicities and people with differences, but there are still spots that haven’t mixed well. In some parts, there is even a clear line dividing them.

“Say, Tom. Have you ever looked at society’s flaws before?”

“What do you mean?”

“The differences with everyone. The inability for people to accept others for their difference. The segregation.”

“Hmm. Growing up, I never really thought about it thoroughly before. Didn’t we go through the reformations? Didn’t society fix the segregation problem already?”

“We tried, yes, and the majority of society agrees that our differences with each other are unique and significant in defining our culture and who we are. However, there is still a large group of people who don’t see it that way. They will never understand it.”

“Wow, I haven’t really thought of things this deep before. I hadn’t realized.”

“Tom, sometimes you need to be in the other shoes to figure out when something immoral is happening to you.”

Here Tom was. He was the typical college student, working a side part time job to pay for it. He was white. Part of the majority here in Macon, Missouri. Who could blame him for not realizing what was going on? Who could blame him for the problems of our society? When I got back from the Vietnam, I saw everything wrong with society back at home. How segregated and hateful it was. It is so much different from Vietnam and the people there. I finished my coffee and stood up.

“It’s been a good talk. I’m glad we had it”

Tom looked up at me.

“I’m sorry I never saw the problems with society. It sucks that you had to come back to this.”

“It’s not your fault Tom. You shouldn’t have to apologize. This was not your doing. The only thing that you could do now is to help fix it. It is up to your generation to right all of my generation’s wrongs.”

I turned around towards the door.

“You’re a good kid, Tom. I think if you help more people see, you’ll make a very large impact on society.”

As I walked out, Tom starts to wipe down the counter.

Dean Nguyen, Portrait of Peter Pham, Kansas City, 2019. All Rights Reserved

I wrote a short story that was inspired by an interview I did with my friend, who struggled with fitting in due to his religion and race/ethnicity. The interview with my friend took place at the UMKC campus in 2019. My short story took place in the small town of Macon, Missouri in the 1970s. He was Catholic and Vietnamese. The two differences work against each other and really create a harsh environment for him to grow up in. In the interview, my friend talked about how people can’t accept him for being different. Another main point that he really emphasized was that this was a problem that was caused by the older generation. I connected this to my short story. I wrote about a war hero who sees the flaws of society after coming back from war, and he conveys the flaws to a young generation college student. The war hero blames society for not being able to accept people with differences, when it was so easily accepted in the society overseas. The war hero also tells the young generation kid that it’s really up to his generation to fix the flaws of the older generation. The segregation and harsh environment of both the interview and the short story could be connected to The Butcher’s Tale. In The Butcher’s Tale, people were extremely separated. The majority group of the Christians were unable to accept the minority group of the Jews, leading to violence and problems. However, once they put that aside, they were able to fix their problems. I think that this could be the same with society. Once we all figure out how to get along with each other and accept each other, we will be able to move into the future together.

The Persecution

Religion can be found at any point in history and can either bring people together or break them apart. In history, we can see that millions of people gave up their lives because of their faith. Religion can be a complicated topic, but it can also be a topic that brings people together. At one point in time, people used the Church to hide behind it. There was only one time where the Catholic Church rebelled against the Nazis. Hitler wanted to get rid of Jews and people with disabilities. Nazis tried to find the best way to kill a human being. That is when they began to kill people with autism. Morphine was being injected into their bloodstream and they just slowly started to die. The Catholic Church rebelled against this and, eventually, the Nazis found different methods to end someone’s life. That is when the real destruction began. Millions of people were just slaughtered by the Nazis. Religion can be a difficult topic to talk about because of everything that has happened around religion. People don’t think about this, but your religion can determine your future unless we change that.

The person I decided to interview wanted to be left unknown, so her nickname will be eight. Eight was born in Vietnam and is 100% Vietnamese. “I moved here when I was 5 with my family. My dad died when I was a month old, and my mom got remarried when I was like 4,”(00:11). Her mother wanted to move to the United States to give her and her siblings a better life than she has had in Vietnam. Eight’s stepdad was an immigrant, but he was able to receive his citizenship. That is how Eight and her family were able to get their citizenship and come to the United States. One of the hardest points in her life was losing her father. If her father was still alive, then she would have had a different life and she probably wouldn’t have had her daughter. “I have been through a lot. I really have. I am way older than anyone in my classes because I took two years as a gap year after high school. I didn’t really like that because people my age or people I used to go to high school with that now come here aren’t in classes that I am in. My old friends from high school are all in a different time schedule, and now I don’t get to see them as often. It was funny because while I was in high school, I felt like I was younger than everybody else and now I am older than everyone else [laughs],”(22:27). 

Eight believes in religion but “I don’t put a label on anything,”(14:00). Eight’s mother will be known as Maria. Her mother wanted Eight to become part of the Catholic Church. After her first husband had died, Maria wasn’t sure what was going to happen. A couple of years later, she became a Catholic to get accepted into her new husband’s family. After Maria had remarried, her husband decided to try to give Eight’s family citizenship in the United States. Eight wasn’t sure about what religion she believed in at that point. Maria and her husband would try to push her into Church School, but Maria didn’t have any idea of what religion was. That is when she began to dislike all types of religion. Maria wanted her to go to Church School on Sundays for five hours, and I just thought that was just too much for a little kid. The topic of religion can be hard to explain, and it can be interpreted in many ways, good and bad. As time went on, she slowly stopped believing in God. Eight had completely closed God out when she was 16 years old. There were times where Eight felt like she was never left alone, at any point in time in her life.

Eight’s mother wanted to find new opportunities for her kids, and to be able to provide for her kids. Eight and her family didn’t have enough money to buy a house, so they had to move around a couple of times. Throughout Eight’s life, elementary school was the most difficult time. She wasn’t able to live the “normal life” everyone else had. When there was any type of event at school, no one was there for her. She remembers when it was Valentine’s Day and her school had an event. Maria and her husband were supposed to come to the party, but her parents showed up. Her parents were always working and never had time for her. During high school, she began to have a better relationship with her step-father. During this time, it was very difficult for her to communicate with her parents. It was even harder when it came to talking about religion. As time went by, Maria and her husband began to understand her. That is when Maria realized that she was the one that was wrong the whole time. Eight’s relationship with her parents has gotten better and she tries to keep an open relationship with her parents now.

After Eight’s high school graduation, she received a weird feeling in her stomach. The feeling was something unexplainable. Eight went out to eat McDonald’s with a friend after graduation. They both started eating and driving around the neighborhood they were in. After a while, they realized that they had gotten lost. Eight kept driving, hoping that they would see something that was familiar to them. At a stop light, they realized where they had been the whole time. They were just a few blocks away from her high school. They both knew exactly where they were. Eight said, “I felt a spiritual feeling that I couldn’t explain at all,”(14:32). The rest of the night, they had seen tons of nice cars, and she felt that spiritual feeling again. Eight and her friend both had the same feeling. They both felt like they were in the presence of God himself. While she was being pushed to become a Catholic, she began to turn her head towards Christianity. At that time, she believed more in Christianity then Catholicism. Eight argues that everything has a label now. I actually agree with her on this point. There are people that agree with certain aspects of religion, but then there are people that don’t agree with something specific about a religion. One thing that I never understood was the Holy Trinity. God, Jesus, and Mary are known as the Holy Trinity. It is said that God, Jesus, and Mary are all one person. That is something specific that I don’t believe in my Catholic religion. There are just some things in different religions that people don’t believe in. Eight said, “I feel like I believe a little bit of each religion and it’s not all one yet. I am still trying to figure all that out,”(16:22). I couldn’t agree with her more.

Millions of Jews were being persecuted for their spiritual beliefs. Jews fled or hid because their lives were on the line. Hitler specifically targeted Jews and wanted them all killed. Just like Eight, Jews just wanted to live their normal everyday life, and not be persecuted for their beliefs. Maria kept insisting that Eight needed to be Catholic and nothing else. Maria was losing her daughter over religion. Anyone should have the rights to have faith in what they believe. No one really knows why Hitler had so much hated for the Jews. Jews were basically slaves to the Germans. They had to do everything that was told to them. Eight was forced to believe in the Catholic Church by her mother. Eight has the right to believe what she wants, just like the Jews should have been able to believe in what they believed in. I believe that God has to do with various things that happen in our lives. I ask myself why God put so many Jews’ lives in Hitler’s hands, but I guess that is how it is. Eight believes in God and so do I. Eight is now living a better life and the situation with her stepdad and mother has improved. She is getting better at opening up with her parents. Everyone could learn something about Eights story. People could see the real-life problems people face. Everyone deserves to be able to believe in what they want and not be persecuted for it. 

Religion in the Midwest

I grew up in the suburban Midwest just outside of Kansas City. I went to school, played sports, had friends, and just about any other thing you could imagine a typical American kid doing during their childhood. I learned about people from all over the world and the kind of differences they had compared to me, being anything from their race or religion, to their diet and health. Being raised as a Christian with the usual set of morals and principles, I was taught to respect all people no matter how different they are from me and it became a very normal thing for me to do. Since I have grown up, I have met many people from around the world and their differences are what makes them unique and special. So, imagine my surprise when I learned about a boy named Jimmy, who grew up just a few hours away from me, that was discriminated and harassed for being Catholic.


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In my Anchor 214 class, we are learning about Nazi-occupied Europe and the Holocaust. My professors challenged us to find an individual who had experienced hardships due to their differences and see if we can relate the modern story to what the victims of the Holocaust might have felt. This is when I met Jimmy Higgins. Jimmy is a freshman at the University of Missouri-Kansas City, where he is majoring in jazz performance. He grew up in Wichita, Kansas and went to a Catholic grade and middle school. During high school, he transferred to a public school for an opportunity at the music program. This is where his trouble began.


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Jimmy is from a humble mid-western family, he is the oldest of a large family, and the only child to attend public high school. At the beginning of our interview, Jimmy talks about the differences between Catholic and public school, which as someone who attended public schooling my entire life, sounded different and surprising (5:16). Jimmy says, “We had uniforms so there was, in that regard there was sort of equalization of people.” This really painted a picture for me about the kind of environment that he was in. I experienced the same uniformity in the military and blended in with everybody else, making it hard to actually determine anything about me personally without talking to me, which also allows for a less judgmental environment due to people all looking the same (12:25). Hearing about this made me think of my childhood experience in school and how everybody had their own clothes and style, making it very easy to pick out different economic and social classes based on the quality of people’s dress.


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Jimmy mentions that it was a very new concept to him that the way someone dresses is not a good indicator of who they are as a person. His experience during his first year of high school really opened his eyes to how people interact outside of his normal catholic environment (10:00). As he begins his assimilation into his new school Jimmy talks about the stereotype of Catholic guilt and how he felt about himself as he was changing. He says, “…as most people are familiar with there’s that Catholic guilt, you know. Um, so I won’t say I’m more cognoscente of my decisions but, I am definitely, the morals and values I grew up with were shaped by the Catholic church.” (15:30) As someone who has experienced guilt, as almost every person, this gave me a different perspective, and the best scenario I could imagine would be feeling guilty for just being my normal everyday self and I can help but feel how anxiety-inducing it could feel.


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During Jimmy’s first year in his new school, he talks about how he, “…was in IB as a freshman, International Baccalaureate…”, and on a good track for his musical career and education which he states by saying, “I didn’t feel comfortable being there, it was the right place to be academically and musically, but it was very hard to make friends.” (25:47) The school had many performances and field trips to different locations and cities to play music. Jimmy says, “I had a fellow student who was very outspoken and constantly attacked me and bullied me for my beliefs. He kept bringing up the sex scandals of the Catholic church. That was, that was the really tough cause I was accused of allowing child molesters and attacked constantly.” He talks about how he was ostracized from a group of people that were just like him, the only difference was his religion. I have never had to experience anything like this and it was really shocking to me that someone who is Catholic that grew up in an upper-middle-class area did. Nonetheless, Jimmy went on to explain that it took a while for his fellow classmates to realize that he didn’t actually fit a normal Catholic stereotype and that he was just a normal person like them.

During my time in Anchor 214, we have read and watched many stories that tell of the persecution and treatment of the Jews during WWII. Maus by Art Spiegelman, The Butcher’s Tale by Helmut Smith – these are just a couple of examples that illustrate what it was like to have a difference that was hated by a mass group of people. The punishment and torture that they received for their religion is unimaginable, and for most people unfathomable, and seeing that there are still cases of this same type of discrimination and persecution of people who are different has really opened my eyes to the people around me every day. Jimmy’s story is just a very small example of what goes on in the modern world. People are still treated differently, and sometimes violently, just for being a different skin color, having a different religion, or even just having a different sexual preference, things that carry absolutely zero weight or consequence in any other person’s life.


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This interview has really made me sit down and look at my life from a different perspective. It has made me question a lot of circumstances and situations that I have been in and made me wonder if things have happened for a reason or did I just get lucky. There are so many things in our lives and in the world that we have zero control of. What race we are born into, who our parents are, where we live, nobody gets to pick these and we all just have to do our best to survive and live our lives. I think that in our modern society that this is a very crucial viewpoint that a lot of people tend to overlook and don’t give much thought. It is my belief that humans are inherently tribal and tend to have an “us vs. them” mentality, leading to segregation and prejudice towards people that are just trying to live their lives, just like us every day. We feel threatened by outsiders in fear that they will change our lives and try to manipulate our beliefs or culture. I hope that in time we can see who we are objectively and learn that this resentment and violence that we harbor for each other is not only harmful but primitive and childish and that we can move past it once and for all.

The Moon and the Sun

The moon and The sun work as a cycle 

One sets as the other one rises  

How it feels to be an outcast 

One walks as the other one runs 

My moon is seen as an outcast  

But they work as a cycle 

Bigots like Donald Trump

Treat them like they’re recyclable

Here’s this little piece of paper  

We make up whether or not you are  

Coherent and able  

Kind of like cutting off your legs just to see if you’re capable

You strip a little piece of dignity  

From the small number of people who have any clarity 

You pour a little price into curiosity 

Slap a name on it for the people who live within the causal luminosity

They say to be one with others 

But how do we coexist without having the same Mother  

The moon and the son  

They rotate like two linear buns 

The universe spins on the same frequency 

Even if we don’t speak the same currency  

If you bounce the moon off it’s timeline

Is the sun sitting there waiting to see if the time’s right?  

One sets as the other one rises  

Its all about how they handle each other’s vices  

You have one language that’s just sugar and spices  

And one language that’s all high rises  

That’s how it feels to be an outcast 

“All things in this world die” 

According to someone who claims that they don’t hide  

Shifting paths, living in masks  

Do you walk or do you run? 

Are you the moon or are you the sun? 

Artist Rendition:  

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Author unknown, illustration of the moon and sun, downloaded on April 1, 2019, All rights reserved.

My narrative poem addressed some things from my point of view which is looking into a window through L’s point of view. The first stanza starts off with the moon and sun comparison. This is a big theme that ties the entire piece together. I talked about how one (the moon/sun) sets while the other one rises. The moon and sun are constantly on their own wavelength, rotation, time, and speed. They’re working together as a team but they’re also their own individual energy source. To try and make more sense of this we must give a little background on the person in interest. During my interview with L, they gave me insight into some of the struggles they had to deal with on the daily due to the lack of documentation their parents have. They are considered “aliens” according to the government and the laws held within this country. The moon and sun comparison has multiple ties into it but the main one is that the moon represents the minorities while the sun represents the government and/or upper class. Undocumented people are “outcasts.” In the interview, L states that “there [were] actually a couple situations where [their] parent [was] uhm— they weren’t embarrassed but they, they were treated less than a human”(1:51). My last line in my first stanza states “one walks as the other one runs” in correlation to the idea of the moon and sun being two different kinds of people. Imagine yourself in a situation like the rabbit and the tortoise. Who runs and who walks? That is kind of the concept I am trying to portray. Do you eat or do you stave? 

In the second stanza, you can see the input of my personal opinion. I start off talking about the moon being an outcast and then I continue with the “cycle” aspect of the theme. In a sense, the government and everybody else has to work In a cycle in order to coexist and function in the same society. “Bigots like Donald Trump, treat them like they’re recyclable.” I assumed my audience has a slight comprehension of what is going on concerning our current president and the status of his demands for this country. The laws and newly founded apprehensions regarding undocumented people have really stunted the thought process for the hope of all humanity. They are being treated like they are “recyclable.”  In stanza three, I talk about the “piece of paper” and how “we make up whether or not you are coherent and able.” The piece of paper is the document (s) that L’s parents do not have, the tangible and physical recycled broken-down piece of wood that determines their entire status and quality of life in this country. I compare this to “cutting off your legs, just to see if you’re capable” in kind of a sarcastic but ironic kind of light. In the interview, L talks about his parent’s most recent struggle. Their mom had just recently gotten into a car accident, trying to get the car fixed and the insurance companies to comply with the financial struggles of having to hire a lawyer. All of that can be taxing but even more taxing on someone who is illegally living in this country. Simple things are harder to obtain. The sun is the center of the universe, it has multiple energy forms relying on its energy and resources in order to function. It’s just like modern day society, the government is in control of everything, the center of attention, meanwhile, the moon, (the minorities, the outcasts, the “aliens”) is in the back pulling most of the weight getting little to no credit and is usually ridiculed along the way. The people of the moon live humbly for things that don’t come easy to them. 

In the next stanza, I focus even deeper on the topic by talking about the restricting “Freedom” Americans claims we have a right to—”you strip a little piece of dignity” (taking away simple rights based off status of citizenship) “for the people who have clarity” (clarity in the sense of having a different sense of mind due to the difference in struggles and experiences people with documents versus people who don’t have documents have to go through (each person’s definition of “clarity” may or may not differ). “Slap a name on it for people who live within the casual luminosity” (to bring attention to how we, as a society, tend to label people or put them into certain boxes. People who are just waking up every day in the journey of finding a purpose to carry out until they die. Casual luminosity. Casual everyday living auras. Living light. In the interview, L states that they like to “go out with [their] cousins, a lot,” and “that’s one of the most enjoyable things [they] do” (11:55). I invert this into stanza five, line two by comparing L’s joy in hanging out with his cousins to a much deeper and more rooted problem. How does society and humanity coexist as one without having the same “Mother.” Mother in the sense of “all things greater than me.” How do people overcome fear, hatred, and differences if we won’t all first identify as being all the same? All equal? All following and breathing for the same purpose of enjoying and fulfilling our lives until we eventually die? 

In stanza six, I state that the “universe spins on the same frequency, even if we don’t speak the same currency.” In saying this, I try to illustrate a picture, a visual so my audience can depict the kind of angle I am trying to portray. In the interview with L, they state that they had struggled with reading for a long time, even in kindergarten they would still struggle more than their peers. In my poem, I compare language to currency, that even though there are a lot of people who speak many different languages, it does not suggest that we are any better than the next. It is simply a currency we have; we get to use it whenever and however we want all the while reaping the benefits of being able to communicate with one another. If we strip away someone’s right to speech or degrade someone for not being fluent in one language or the other, we deny someone’s right to currency, we deny them a rite of passage.  Stanza seven hits L’s struggles with stereotypes placed upon them and their family. In the interview they state that people have “tried to get my dad into selling drugs and all of that but he always said no and now I have one uncle that is here and the rest— some are incarcerated, some are in other states and some are in Mexico because of deportation” (1:51). I use this to incorporate “it’s all about how they handle each other’s vices, you have one language that’s just sugar and spices and one language that’s all high rises” by using their story and struggle with problems with their family member’s and drugs and compare it to the way that society has to share each other’s experiences and “vices” in order come to a point of total unanimous acceptance.

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In the second to last stanza, I incorporated a direct quote from L themselves, “All things in this world die.” In the interview, I ask L if there is a specific or special quote he relates too and that is the first part of the quote. I find this to be the main anchor to this entire narrative poem. We all live, we all breathe, and we all die. The reason for any kind of discrimination of someone else due to their ethnic, sexual, or religious belief is pointless. If we all breathe, we all die. If we all die, what makes one person better than the next? L had a different childhood because of the struggles and battles their parents had to deal with. Although a burden at times, L takes all of this in a very warm-hearted light, they take these struggles and turn them into lessons. I state at the very end; “Do you walk, or do you run? Are you the moon or are you the sun?” Ultimately, no matter what you decide to be, you must remember that the moon is merely a reflection of the sun. We all walk and we all eventually run. It’s simply a cycle, and that cycle is called life.

A Tolerant World

Imagine a world of tolerance,

The skies are clearer and the birds chirp louder,

Around the corner stands a little boy in a dress,

Unafraid of any judgment he stands prouder.

His mother holds his hand with strength,

She knows she can provide,

Her check is as much as any mans,

The years of sexism she took in stride.

Across the street stands a couple,

The color of their skin is not the same,

But the love is real and the hearts beat loud,

So between these two souls there is no shame.

Down the road sits a mosque, in front of it stands a church,

Two religions that have been side by side since birth,

No longer is there animosity between them,

They both promote love on this vast and holy earth.

A young girl approaches the doors to school,

Not fully a citizen, nor on a vacation,

She speaks a different language,

New to this country and new to education.

Her parents came here to work and live

Their new neighbors offer a helping hand to acclimate,

Bridges are built so this family can feel safe,

And between the children a friendship is what they’ll create.

This world can exist for both you and me,

Effort and tolerance establishes a strong foundation,

We can build this life for a brighter future,

A better city, a nicer state, and an even greater Nation.

Katey Johnston, a depiction of Brad Moser and Katey Johnston, Overland Park, March 2019. All rights reserved.

On a Wednesday afternoon in February, I sat down to digitally interview a man by the name of Brad Moser. He was kind enough to lend me a hand for an interesting class assignment. The assignment was to speak with someone different than yourself; for Brad and I that difference was religion. He is Mormon, while I grew up Methodist. The questions I asked him to answer were personal, but as I found out, he is an extremely open individual. Proud of his religion, and how it has shaped both him and his family, it has made the obstacles it brings worth it. This interview allowed me to connect my class work to his life. The main way I connected was through the misunderstandings of his religion. In class, we have discussed how many of the stereotypes and myths surrounding Judaism are false, or untrue, in today’s world. One stereotype that follows those in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is that they all have multiple wives. This is not true for this religion today. Brad believes these stereotypes still exist today due to people’s indifference and unwillingness to educate themselves. The inspiration for my poem comes from our discussion on creating a tolerant world. Brad believes that at some point we can become what he calls a “Zion society”; in order to get there, we must first educate. Brad works in education himself and this is why he stresses the important role that this plays in creating a tolerant world. The poem is my imaginative world of this tolerant society; where everyone is allowed to be themselves and are tolerant of all others and their differences.

A Normal Oddity

I was walking to my car from my Chemistry lecture around 7 pm. My phone started ringing; Maddy Herrell was calling me. “Hey! I’m just calling to let you know I’m right on Main Street,” she told me. My apartment was right off Main Street so she would be getting there much before I would. “Okay, I am on my way right now,” I told her, just as I picked up my pace. It took me twenty minutes to reach my apartment and just as I got there I saw a small car outside of the gate, idling with the headlights on.

I met Maddy last summer and we continued to keep touch every now and then which really got us to know each other personally. We found out that we had very different views on politics and religion, which made her a perfect candidate for my interview because I wanted to know how she felt and responded to living her whole life in a very conservative town while being herself: an atheist.

The interview was set up in my room; I sat on my desk chair and she sat on my bed. I wanted to first address her school and personal life and show how incredibly engaging she is at just eighteen years old. Maddy is involved in the IB program which “…stands for International Baccalaureate….and it is a very tough and stressful thing to go through” (1:15), and on top of this, she has to juggle being on the track team and working as a waitress for Texas Roadhouse.

Maddy’s impressive resume was one of the first things about her that surprised me, and after having her explain this to me I could see she became a lot more relaxed with the interview which helped me change the topic and talk about more distinctive features about her. “I would like to shift gears a little here and talk about the more personal aspects of yourself: the aspects that may also set you apart from others and make you stand out” (4:47). I told her just before she followed up with a nice, relaxing assurance. I asked about her views on religion, and she responded that she had been an atheist since she was a child. This was mostly due in part by her mother’s influence and how she explained to her what religion was when she was only in elementary school. “You know my mom, she explained to me both Christianity and Atheism; she knew a lot about both. I just never saw Christianity as a realistic possibility” (5:10). She goes on telling me that, for her entire life, she has never found any sense in religion. This was really unexpected for me when I took into account that we both grew up in the same town of Peculiar, Missouri, a town that is overtaken by Christian-Conservative morals.

In Peculiar, you could find a church by heading three miles in any direction, in fact, right next to Raymore Peculiar High School is the United Methodist Church. Christianity was the common thread that residents held on to, so Maddy’s situation makes her the most unfortunate outlier. “Peculiar is a very ‘hick’ town and with most people leaning toward the Republican side…Most of my friends in school are Christians conservatives too,” (6:32) she explained. I asked her if she ever wanted to live anywhere else and with a brief pause, she responded: “I definitely would in the sense of moving away from that culture” (8:07). The only thing that keeps her back is her friends, all of whom she met living there and of course, no matter how bad a place is, when you grow up somewhere it is always going to be your home. In regards to politics, Maddy is a strong Democrat and again, this was greatly due in part by her mother. Her mother has always been a woman who never saw the truth in religion or Republican matters, and despite living in a right-wing town, she always kept her position.

I asked her how she felt living in Peculiar and if she had ever been fearful, and of course, she explained that in some instances she does feel scared by being out of place in a crowd of “dudes with big trucks, Confederate flags, or Trump banners” (9:20). Maddy thinks that the influence of Trump on the Peculiar community has been nothing but poor and that the President has excited ignorance and even white supremacy. “Because of all this, I feel like I don’t have a say at my school, or like I shouldn’t have one because I would get made fun of or laughed at,” (9:50) she added confidently. Being picked on has been something Maddy faced at school with her opposition toward conservatism and she said that the only thing to do is to just shake it off.

Parker Hauptmann, Portrait of Maddy Herrell, Kansas City, March 2019, All rights reserved.

I was very intrigued, however, when she mentioned white supremacy at her school and I wanted to dig deeper into this. “Was there an instance where you have seen someone being judged by their race?” (12:12) I asked. With her eyes wide open, “Oh, of course, I mean I know there are instances like those everyday….The whole town has this problem where, if there is anyone who stands out as being non-white will definitely be looked at or judged” (12:15). After she said this I started to think back to my experiences in town, and she was absolutely right; Peculiar residents are not very fond of seeing non-white citizens, particularly the older folks.

Up until the early 2000s, Peculiar was a completely caucasian town, but when the county population grew dramatically, more people flocked to the quiet, peaceful countryside. For the first time, African-American, Latino, and Middle Eastern families were added to the population, and it was quite evident that it was a shock to some natives. Maddy and I grew up during this time and going to school with kids that were a different race than us was normal but that didn’t mean everyone lived in harmony.


Parker Hauptmann, Portrait of Peculiar, Missouri, September 2018, All rights reserved.

She continued by saying, “…at school, this is totally worse. We have a bunch of racism happening, mostly because a lot of high schoolers are very stupid and immature” (13:05). The immaturity comes from kids saying racial slurs that start out as jokes but gradually spread into actual assertions; an example would be the use of the n-word: a common term used in today’s songs and youth culture. “The n-word gets said like everyday, and it’s mostly by white students too. They’ll just be saying it whether they are referring to a friend or rapping song lyrics that have the word in it….the word has definitely been used through hate and racism at our school, this is where our ‘hick’ and ‘confederate flag’ notion gets to use” (15:10).

Maddy told me a first-hand experience of racism at school involving a foreign-exchange student from Germany who was at a football game. Since his first time at Ray-Pec, he has been under much torment for his thick accent and looks but on this particular night, “he was standing on the rail just minding his own business and all of a sudden I hear one of the lower-classmen behind me yell, “What’s that German kid doing here, go home!”(15:27). Maddy immediately retaliated and proudly stood up for her friend.

I followed up her story by asking her if she was in a similar situation all due in part by her atheism because as said before, this was not a common ideology for a Peculiar teen to have. She appeared to be more nervous with her response:“…I remember in 4th grade, this one kid found out that I didn’t believe in God and just started telling all the other kids. Everyone just kinda kept giving me looks, and just like, whisper to each other about me” (17:17). This type of reaction was very common and she would even lose friends over it; “As if my religion changed who I was,” (17:17) she included.

Parker Hauptmann, Sixth Grade Portrait of Maddy Herrell, All rights reserved.

The most traumatizing experience she went through involved her 6th-grade teacher. Maddy was heard saying the Lord’s name in vain and her teacher was so furious as to call her out in front of the entire class. “She just started talking about how the Lord is her shepherd and ‘You won’t say my Lord’s name in vain’, practically preaching in the classroom” (21:20). I felt sorry for her after hearing this account because if this happened to me in 6th grade I knew I would be so scared as to cry. Maddy assertively stated that a teacher has no right to influence religion like that, yet it still happened to her.

As the interview concluded, Maddy left with one last postulation, “If someone judges me for what I believe in then their opinion doesn’t matter….I just don’t care what they have to say to me” (22:11). This is a perfect representation of her; she is strong, considerate, and wise beyond her years. Even though we don’t have the same perspectives, it is because of her attitude towards me that we have continued to be friends, and if more people had the same outlook then relations would be much easier to hold on to.

Do you believe in faith? Do you believe in love? Do you believe in God above? Well up here we will tell you so.

Up here, in this wonderful township, We will proudly represent his sponsorship. Nothing brings us closer; a perfect relationship.

God loves his beautiful children, through thick and thin. One big, happy family. A righteous kin. But will he still love you if you don’t see him?

If you don’t see him, you do not love him. You do not admire his creations. You are unresponsive and live under fabrication.

Don’t get sucked into the wrong. Don’t go down that road. That’s Satan’s lair; he will take you and not let go.