brainstorm.
âD-d-d-daryl,â I hear. âH-h-how ya d-d-d-doinâ, D-d-d-daryl?â
âS-s-s-s-stop it, K-k-k-k-k-kevin!â
Kevin Hennesseyâs laughter is as blunt and heavy as a boot while he watches Daryl Williams slink away from the table his ridicule has forced him to vacate. Gripping the edges of his tray of half-eaten food, Darylâs knuckles turn white and his shoulders hunch up in a desperate attempt to hide the look of humiliation burning his face.
âWhat a dweeb!â Kevin Hennessey goes, and jimmy Lemon laughs like Kevin is the funniest guy since Robin Williams.
âThatâs our raison dâetre,â I hear myself saying.
The others turn and look at me, and in that split second before I explain, this amazing feeling comes over me. Itâs a Twilight Zone sort of feeling, like Iâm about to pass from one dimension into another. And you know? Thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do. I am about to stop being a get-along kind of guy and turn into somebody who makes a difference.
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âNO MORE names,â I say.
Addie goes, âWhat?â
âThatâs our platform and thatâs our party,â I explain, getting excited. âThe No-Name Party.â Ideas are rushing at me like water out of an open hydrant.
The Skeeze, wiping chocolate off his mouth with the back of his hand, says, âWhat are you talkinâ about? The Lame-Brain Party? I donât get it.â
âThatâs because
youâre
the lame brain,â I tell him. âNo offense, Addie, but youâve been looking at the wrong minority the whole time. DuShawn even said it.â
âSaid what?â
Joe chimes in, âHe said
we
were the ones who hadto watch our butts, not him and Royal and Tondayala Cherise.â
âRight,â I go. âAnd, Joe, you said not every minority is visible, remember? Think about it, Addie, what makes a minority? Itâs numbers, right? The majority is the larger percentage, the minority the smaller.â
âWyman would be prouda you, man,â says the Skeeze, ridding his fingers of unwanted chocolate crumbs by dragging them down the front of his shirt. I swear, his eating is some kind of performance art. He could charge admission.
âWhatever,â I say. âThe point is that being a minority isnât only about the color of your skin or your religion. Itâs about not fitting in, being on the outside.â
âLike us,â Addie goes.
âAnd Daryl, who Kevin just called a dweeb,â I point out. âThink of all the names
weâve
been called over the years.â
I grab a pen out of my back pocket and start writing down all the names I can think of on a napkin. There are eighteen, then seventeen when I realize Iâve written âFluffâ twice.
âWow,â Joe says, âthatâs almost as many as me.â He starts rattling off his list and Iâm writing so fast the napkin begins to shred. Heâs got twenty-six by the time heâs through and those are only the ones he can think of off the top of his pink-streaked head.
âWhat about you, Skeeze?â I ask. âWhat names have you been called?â
Skeezie starts rocking back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. âWop,â he starts with, âgreaser, greaseball, slimeball, guinea ...â His list ends up at sixteen, four of which are put-downs of Italians, which doesnât even make sense because Skeezie doesnât have an ounce of Italian blood in him.
Itâs Addieâs turn and now weâre all into it, weirdly competing with one another for whoâs been called the most and the worst names. There are some weâve all been called. Addie comes up with only eleven, three of which have to do with her height, five with her brains, and three what we call âall-purpose.â
Our final tally covers three napkins. This is what weâve
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