I don’t ever want to feel as I did [yesterday] again. Or for the past 27 years living in Lafayette. Therefore, this is what I have to say to the Cajuns of that Cajun Renaissance: yes, I have a PhD, and if you say so, yes, it’s better than yours. Yes, I’ve got broader academic and life experience than you. Yes, I come from a more privileged place than you, and have had more opportunities. But no, that does not give you the right to torture me. I have had enough and I am not going to take it any more, and I am warning you, I am stronger than you and I am mad enough to hit back if you hurt me one more time; or if you tell me one more time that I must allow others to hurt me “to make it up to them (and you)” for having been luckier in life. I truly despise what you have done to me and others, and what you do to your children daily. From now on, you cross me at your risk. Your music, furthermore, has been what you have played at torture sessions, and I am deeply traumatized by it for that reason. Do NOT tell me to just go listen to some of your music to get a better impression of you, and change my mind: I will punch your instruments if you wave them at me in that way. I’ve done as much for the place as you have, I deserve to live as much as you do, and I cannot be induced to feel sorry for you any more. From now on, you are must act like real, responsible, adult people, and you may not claim the kinds of rights impaired babies might. That’s it.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 