Our inheritance hate, our legacy love
Pat Grauer,
DeWitt, MI.
We are the comma. We are the now. We are the small point between great ancient forces and a future of positive change in human relationships.
A missplaced comma, in fluid sentences.
Anil Oommen
Eugene, OR
University of Oregon
I am brown, a Malayalee, a person of Indian descent in a primarily white setting. This is often awkward. It is not unusual for me to feel like a misplaced comma, in the fluid sentences of white experience. Only when I limit what I say and refrain from speaking about my experiences (unless explicitly asked to do so), do I feel welcome, included in the conversation. The unspoken rule is to speak only when spoken to and be seen only when the curiosity of myself as exotically other is sparked. I do not want to be an object of your curiosity nor a token friend. I want to be part of the complex and fluid sentences of multi-racial experience.
I remember, my ancestors, I remember! I remember my ancestors, I remember! I remember, my ancestors I remember!
J. Richard Barajas, Director of Admissions
College of Pharmacy, University of Iowa
I feel the meaning changes based on the comma placement.
