Contest #45 winner 🏆

Legacies

Submitted for Contest #45 in response to: Write a story about activism.... view prompt

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Submitted on 06/13/2020

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The demolition is scheduled on a Thursday, during finals, at the exact same time that the only ice cream shop in town is offering free cones. This is deliberate, of course; they’re hoping to get it over and done with quietly, without any fanfare.


But we will not let them take today away from us.


I help my best friend get ready in his room an hour before it is scheduled to happen. He tries to convince me it is not too hot for a suit, and I remind him that if he faints, he’ll make a scene, and not the kind he wants. He makes me turn around while he dresses, more for the element of surprise than modesty. When I turn, he is wearing a blue button-up with short sleeves and a pineapple print.


“Absolutely not,” I say. “Who even are you?”


“It’s non-threatening.”


“Is that what you’re going for?” He shrugs. “They’re literally taking down a statue and tearing down a building because of you. You’re a revolutionary. You really think that pineapples say, ‘hey, I’m a revolutionary?”


“I mean, not really, but maybe the more conservative old men in this town will respect a young Black man they think is ruining their country just a little more if he’s wearing pineapples.”


He’s only half joking, and I remind myself that he’s probably a little scared. Or a lot.


It was one thing for a Black man to run for student council on a platform that promised to finally address our college’s racist, white supremacist history and have honest conversations about the slave owner that founded this place way back in the 1700s. It was another to be elected and decide that such progress would require, at the bare minimum, removing that founder’s statue. Of course, students had been trying to do that for years, decades even (probably not centuries, because let’s be honest, that guy was definitely considered a hero in the 1800s, especially in North Carolina).


But this time was different, because this time, it was Terrence Lawrence’s idea. Some of the students who elected him thought he couldn’t do it, and that he would just establish more student-faculty committees to talk about issues and never actually do anything about them. They were wrong.


The election took place near the end of our sophomore spring. It would be a lie to say that it was exciting, though it was contentious. Terrence was up against the usual suspects: two legacy student athletes, one guy, one girl, both white and blond and beautiful and running as co-presidents, as if that would magically make the entire school fair and equitable.


Terrence did not win easily. He won because he mobilized students who didn’t usually care about these sorts of things. He won because when Terrence speaks, you listen. The words he says are powerful and fact-checked and honest, but mostly, it’s his voice. The other candidates had voices that had turned grating with too much practice being peppy.


So yes, Terrence won. He found out via email, which he read to me with a half-grin, half-grimace on his face. There was no celebration.


Sometimes I wonder if a part of him didn’t want to win at all.


After a whole summer of phone calls and emails with students, faculty, and experts in various fields, he had a plan. There were committees, because there are always committees, but there were also concrete plans and demands and petitions and protests on the quad, and suddenly professors all over campus were throwing away their notes and giving lectures on how colleges are built through violence and racism, on stolen land by men with god complexes. 


It was astounding, to be honest.


When I say it, it all sounds so easy, and I need you to know that it wasn’t. I need you to know that I sat with Terrence until two in the morning on countless occasions while we read the hateful emails and listened to the threatening phone calls, and I hugged him so tightly I thought he would break. He told me about the people glaring at him in class, the notes they passed to him. For months I walked next to him between every class, past groups of jeering students, so close that our shoulders were touching. Once I dodged in front of him just as someone hurled a cup of hot coffee at him.


All that, over the statue of a long-dead guy who planted a house in a field and called it a school.


I’m still thinking of those long, terrible nights, which is why I tell him to wear the pineapple shirt. Who knows? It might do the trick.


We make our way to the south side of campus, where a small crowd has already gathered around the old house. It’s fallen into disrepair, which is probably the real reason they’re demolishing it. The school used it as offices and dorms for a while, until the mold got so bad that they had to evacuate everyone. Since then, there have been vague promises to remodel, clean it up, but with the statue coming down it made little sense to keep the rotting estate. So they rolled everything into one, made a day of it. Like I said, quick and quiet. But of course, the detractors think it’s all Terrence’s fault, that there was somehow still hope for the house if only he hadn’t meddled.


I look at the building, at the vines climbing up and into broken windows, at the hole in the roof, at the vultures keeping watch nearby, and wonder how anyone could want to protect this haunted house straight out of Edgar Allan Poe’s imagination.


As we approach, a few people point at Terrence. Some wave. A little closer to the house, a group of counter demonstrators are grouped together, waving signs like Stop Erasing Our History and All Buildings Matter. I’m serious. And this isn’t even a protest, so I don’t know what they think they’re accomplishing. We had protests, of course. But this isn’t one of them. This is the result of the protests. The people here now came not necessarily because they care, but because people like to watch buildings fall. It’s this primal need for destruction, maybe, or it’s because this town is so boring that even this counts as entertainment.


I grip Terrence’s hand as we stand and wait for it to start. We didn’t need to be here, but he wanted to come. He isn’t making a speech, though he would have liked to; he doesn’t get to personally pick up the statue or throw a ceremonial rock at a window of the house.

 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I ask.

 

He shrugs. "Underwhelmed."

 

I jab him in the shoulder. "Come on, be proud of yourself." I point to where the crew is fastening ropes around the statue's arms. "You did this. Hundreds of years, thousands of students couldn’t do this. But you did.”

 

We watch as the statue is carried away and the house collapses into a pile of rubble. Or rather, Terrence watches, and I watch Terrence. His arms are crossed, and his mouth is set in a firm line.

 

When it is over, he turns to leave, no doubt to go back to his dark room and start on the next project. But I grab his wrist and say, "No, wait, don't just leave. Let's celebrate.”

 

He shakes his head. “I have to write a paper,” he says.

 

“Come on, Pineapple King. I know it seems small, but a win is a win, right?” He shrugs, and I think fast. “If we hurry, I bet we can still get a free ice cream cone.”

 

“Well,” he says slowly, “Fine. Ice cream sounds good.”

 

I grin and break into a jog, my fingers still clasped around his wrist. He stumbles a bit before he matches my pace, and he laughs as, together, we jog away from the destruction.

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47 comments

20:48 Jun 18, 2020

Beautiful! I love how calm this story is, and that the statue coming down is described in such an everyday way. It's pulled down and carried away (despite the obnoxious counter demonstrators). I don't know what the old ending was like, but this is lovely. There's a definite sense of "this is just the beginning" but also a moment of friendship. And your writing style is amazing!

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15:10 Jun 20, 2020

Thank you so much! I didn't set out with the intention of writing something calm or soothing, but I really like how it turned out. I loved writing this friendship so much that I'm going to write more about these characters, so I'll probably post about them again!

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13:01 Jun 22, 2020

" I'm going to write more about these characters." Yes! I particularly liked Terrence. There wasn't too much said about him personally and all the little pieces that are there made him sound tremendous. A beautiful, modest hero. :)

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21:04 Jun 22, 2020

Thank you! He's a new favorite of mine for sure.

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Kate Le roux
13:13 Jun 13, 2020

Lovely writing Natalie. Your prose flows beautifully and I must say I do appreciate good use of semi colons! I expected more to happen in the end but I like your voice very much :)

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18:15 Jun 13, 2020

Thank you so much, Kate! I also didn't love the ending I wrote, so I made some edits. I'm not sure that I'm totally satisfied with it, but if you get a chance to read the edited version I'd love to hear your thoughts!

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Kate Le roux
19:17 Jun 13, 2020

Vastly improved! New ending is more poignant. Good idea to end with an image of friendship and solidarity

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Des Feller
19:11 Jun 20, 2020

Amazing story.... I love how you describe this experience as underwhelming. You can hear the sadness coming from your characters and I love it.

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21:28 Jun 21, 2020

Thank you! This means a lot to me.

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Tina Laing
12:29 Jul 05, 2020

Congrats!

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Imane Sah.
18:54 Jun 27, 2020

It's a beautiful story. I like it so much. Fighting....

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05:09 Jun 25, 2020

Very well written.

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Jessica Buford
21:55 Jun 23, 2020

It certainly was not the ending I was expecting, but it makes me expect more in the future from Terrence. Great job!

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Brita Sherren
00:37 Jun 22, 2020

I love Terrence's strength. I just love the character. the way you describe him campaigning brought President Obama to mind -- "... when Terrence speaks, you listen. The words he says are powerful and fact-checked and honest, but mostly, it’s his voice. " So well-written. I feel sympathy for the narrator too, always a rock but always in the shadow. It got off to a bit of a slow start for me, but re-reading, I don't know how I would change it. I think it's well-crafted, and it was just hard to get into at first, knowing nothing about wh...

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21:02 Jun 22, 2020

Hi Brita, thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful comment! That's an interesting parallel between Terrence and President Obama, one that I wasn't intending, but now that you mention it I can see it too. I have a tendency to write a beginning and not revisit it because I'm so busy trying to figure out an ending, so I will keep your feedback in mind and try to give more attention to my openings. Thanks again!

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Skye Thorne
02:00 Jun 21, 2020

This was incredible! Loved every sentence!

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21:29 Jun 21, 2020

Thank you so much Skye!

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Reela Sprite
20:12 Jun 20, 2020

Was the MC a girl or a boy?

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02:45 Jun 21, 2020

The narrator's name is Ava and they're non-binary. I thought about saying that in the story itself but decided not to, since the focus here is more on Terrence. Originally the narrator was going to be Terrence's girlfriend, but I decided I wanted to focus on friendship instead of romance. Thanks for reading! :)

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D. Holmes
21:59 Jun 19, 2020

The opening is so intriguing: "But we will not let them take today away from us." You tell the story naturally, yet each sentence is deliberate. I love how they're replacing the past legacy of the statue with a growing legacy of activism and friendship, even if there's little fanfare and tangibility associated with that. Congratulations on the win!!!

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15:01 Jun 20, 2020

Thank you! I struggled to choose a title but when "legacies" came to me I knew it was perfect. I definitely wanted to focus on moving forward and especially friendship, so I'm glad that came through!

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Joanne X
17:57 Jun 19, 2020

Wow awesome story! Your descriptions of both the characters and their surroundings are so vivid that I can really picture it all happening in my head. You put words together in a way that definitely kept my attention and urged me to read on. I also love the plot line and how the story shows such an impactful moment. You certainly deserved the win, congrats!

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15:01 Jun 20, 2020

Thank you for your kind words Joanne! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!

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Evan Rocker
22:48 Aug 25, 2020

Thank you for your story, it is uplifting and hopeful, and just what I needed.

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Conan Helsley
20:50 Aug 08, 2020

This was nice. I definitely feel drawn toward the word revolutionary, as I have "Radical Revolutionary" tattooed across my stomach, but aside from that the writing was good, and being told from a friend's perspective was interesting. It was a good way ensure that Terrence didn't come off as narcissistic or arrogant. Not that he necessarily would have, but people fighting for change can often seem so even when they aren't. I liked it overall.

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A. S.
20:30 Aug 01, 2020

I loved reading this story! Great job. I felt like I truly knew each of your characters. Will you read my new story “On The Edge” and let me know what you think?

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Charles Stucker
11:27 Jul 08, 2020

This story had no tension for me. It was more like an account of a historical event. Person A takes action B at time C with result D. I would have preferred something with him trying to convince the first committee to get rid of the statue. With him unsure if he would succeed. The writing is crisp and clean, as good as I see from pros like Mercedes Lackey or CJ Cherryh. But the plot fell flat because it was resolved before the story started. It's the tale of the victory celebration without the struggle to achieve the victory.

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14:37 Jul 08, 2020

Thanks for your feedback, Charles! I think if I were to write a longer version of this story, I would focus more on the process/struggle you mentioned. With such a limited space, I wanted to focus more on the characters and their relationship. But your point is well-taken.

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Charles Stucker
18:44 Jul 08, 2020

I woke up and realized that all the winners I have read are character studies. Not about the journey, but about the person on the journey. Which is the opposite of how I write tales.

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Arun .
15:08 Jul 06, 2020

Wow... Can we get some more insights on the narrator's character?

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Arun .
15:08 Jul 06, 2020

Wow... Can we get some more insights on the narrator's character?

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Pamela Abwao
05:14 Jul 01, 2020

I enjoyed reading the story, It rekindled my revolutionary trait at the same time making me value true friendship in a world where everyone one likes you only when you seem accepted by society.

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Pamela Abwao
04:06 Jul 01, 2020

Love it. It has ignited the revolutionary 'me'

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