T-shirt. His body was marked by tattoos and piercings. Portable stereo headphones dangled around his neck. I asked his name.
âEugene from Martin County.â
I shook his hand and he frowned.
âWhatâs wrong?â I said.
âNo teacher ever did that before.â
âIâll have to speak to them about that.â
âDo you like to read?â he said.
âSure do,â I said. âYou?â
âYes and no. Not what they make you read, but what I like.â
âI know what you mean. What do you like to read?â
âShort stories.â
âMe, too. Is there any writer you like?â
âIâve read James Still, Gurney Norman, and Chris Holbrook.â
âGood. You started with the Kentucky writers and now you can expand from there. Why donât you let me bring you a couple of books next class?â
âBuddy, you got a deal.â
He nodded and left. I realized that if I were nineteen today, Iâd be tattooed like a comic book, with more metal hanging off me than a tackle box. Any play I wrote would have a hip-hop score. I watched Eugene leave, feeling as if Iâd found the student I came home to teach.
Sam and James Learn About the Holocaust
Sam is reading Maus, a comic book about the Holocaust that depicts Jews as mice and Nazis as cats. Rita worries about the effect on Sam because she learned of her parentsâ experience at age twelve by watching a film that featured footage from the camps. Until then, she had no idea what her parents had endured.
I think reading Maus is a good way for Sam to understand history. Later Iâll explain that his grandparents were mice. Every couple of pages Sam asks a question. I decide to sit across the room and transcribe our conversation in the same manner as when talking to Arthur on the phone.
âHow do you know youâre a Jew?â Sam says.
âBecause your mom and dad are Jews.â
âKnow what Iâd do? Iâd tell people Iâm not a Jew.â
âSome people did that.â
âIâd leave.â
âSome did that, too.â
âWhatâs a dictator?â Sam said.
âA boss with an army who makes people do what he wants.â
âThatâs stupid.â
âWhy?â I said.
âBecause you couldnât say he was a bad boss, right?â
âThatâs one of the problems all right.â
âDid all the Germans hate the Jews or did they just do what Hitler said?â
âA little of both.â
âWhy didnât they kill him?â
âWho?â
âThis guy in here, the little mouse guy. They knew he was a Jew and it was World War II. So why didnât they kill him? I mean, these people had the power to kill him and they hated him. So why not?â
I shrug and he goes back to reading. His grandfather has pondered the same question every day for fifty years. Arthur craves a reason for his survival. Irene admits the truth more readily than her husband. She says survival was random and she was lucky, but Arthur doesnât want to believe it is that simple.
Sam goes into the other room and James sits in the same chairâmy chairâand opens Maus. He cannot read but he studies the pictures very carefully. He is five years old and wants to be an artist when he grows up.
âWhy is this comic book in black and white?â he says.
âWhy do you think?â
âBecause it was made before color.â
After a few minutes, James brings the book to me. He points to a scene of mouse prisoners and cat captors. One prisoner has been promoted to the boss of other prisoners, what Arthur called the Jewish Police. He is drawn with the face of a pig.
âIs this guy a pig?â James asks.
I tell him yes and he wants to know why. I wonder how to explain the cultural metaphor of a pig as a cop. I tell James the guys a pig because the cat and mouse faces were already used. That satisfies him and he
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