Savannah-Where are all the black people?

Although 60 percent black it seems so white

Kids playing

Although 60 pecent black it seems so white

I was recently in Savannah an was so impressed by how beautiful it was.

The city was like a pretty, but smaller Manhattan and everyone had a dog. I mean dogs were everwhere for some reason. The animal shelters in this place must be empty and that’s great. I even went into a store and there was a very rude “store cat,” named Amelia who refused to answer when I called her.

I was just thinking how nice it would be to live there when my Jewish professor mentioned that Savannah is 60 percent black.

60 percent? Where, I don’t see any black people?

As she explained, Savannah was a pretty hard town to live in during the 90′s the racial opression was pretty bad on both sides. She was the director of culture and when she asked (white people) why no African Americans would visit the cultural events, they just said, “Oh the’re not interested.”……Really?

We went to the Civil Rights museum and the guy asked, “Do you know when savannah became de-segregated,” and her quiet answer was NEVER!…..When schools were de-segregated, white people just took their kids to the new private shcool they built, and the public school was moved to make way for SCAD (School of art and design) while the African American kids were taught in trailers. It was still this way even in the 90′s, not sure what it’s like in 2010.

Hot Professor

Wow

So should you take a class just because the professor is hot?

There is this really good looking professor on my campus….what an ass…I mean literally, he has a nice ass.

I just have one semester to graduate and he’s teaching a class I certainly don’t need, so I know I won’t take.

Thats the problem with being older on campus, the students are too young and the prfessors are off limits…or are they?

Fred the Medicine Head

He looks just like one of our objects

It’s fun meeting new people and having new experiences and I’m surley having one.

In my spare time when I’m not thinking of ways to respond to e-mails on match.com, I work at a museum on campus.

These days I’m working with the African collection in storage. This might sound new and exciting but color coding index cards is not as creatively stimulating as it sounds.

Why am I working at a museum you might ask, well they pay, but overall it has been a nice experience, but back to the topic at hand.

Half of these African items look like their straight out of a voodoo man’s closet. There’s this one with feather’s sticking out of it which the museum people affectionatley call “Fred the medicine head” and then their’s one with some kind of wood going through it’s mouth. Seems to me like they were trying to stop a snitch.

My favorite of all, is the wodden doll with it’s legs broken. The conservator says she thinks it’s a replica of the woman that owned it. She also said that broken legs symbolize that the owner has died. What is also significant is that the doll has a little pouch on top of her head, which we think is the remains of the owner’s circumcized genitals. Bet you didn’t see that coming. Yes apparently, it was not enought to just be circumcized, you also had to wear it on your head so people would know.

All the big macho men in the class were afraid to touch the doll. As if the’ve never touched female genitals before.

The conservator as well as the museum director are atheists I suspect. They say, “it’s just a peice of wood. Right, there is no such thing, I mean I touch it, but anyone with african or caribbean ancestory knows that voodoo, magic and other forms of african religions are real and these things are not just toys.

Despite everything, it’s been a fun experience. As long as Fred and his friends don’t move or talk back, I’ll continue working.