I was in class today, a "cultural experience class," and no one had anything to say. There are a few people who say a few things, but does anyone say what they are thinking? One man's essay is another's bore. Perhaps. Are we saying what we need to anymore? Or are we letting people like King get the last word? It's unreal to imagine what you would do if your brother, father, sister, mother was killed because of the who s/he was, and was killed in one of the worst ways you can imagine. Dragged, hanging by a thread, bloody. And the killer swears at you, your family-"FUCK YOU." Could it have been something so subtle? How come he has so much to say? King and his friends all over the country are talking a lot, and they're getting louder. Is it beyond talking anymore, are discussions out of the question?

What about the supposed KKK meeting that was to happen in Ithaca a couple of months ago? Does anybody want to talk about that? It has never officially been said that a meeting did not take place. So somebody's been talking, and it's not about getting along. It's about dividing, hurting, separating, dragging. Somebody's been talking. With all of the people that make this place up, why isn't there a public forum. There's plenty of space.

Maybe we need to fill up a bar, one with writing on the walls, and cracked tabletops and low-lighting, and old records playing and we need to talk about everything. The Emerson Suites fits a nice crowd but everyone leaves and heads back to their dorms, past the library, past signs about traveling to Europe, and closes their doors and finishes their homework. Does anybody have anything to say to each other anymore, or do we just let it go, because it's easier that way?

And so went Black History Month. February, it's a cold month.