But I should have had faith in the student body. My class was designated as the 54th Massachusetts Regiment, the first all-black fighting force in America. As soon as we found that out, the entire class realized we could do whatever we wanted to. And if someone told us to knock it the hell off, we could say "Oh, it's because we're black, right?"
In short the whole day was a disaster for the teachers and a success for the students. We pretended to screw up our right and left sides in the marching station. We yelled the lyrics to The Battle Hymn of the Republic in loud, monotone voices in the singalong station. We tried to steal the Civil War cannon recreation, and shouted annoying comments out during the flag-signaling station. Then I taught the others a different form of signaling: How to say various profanities in sign language.
The best part, however, would have to be when one of my friends (who actually IS black) decided to play the part of a confederate general. I won't get into details, but it was frickin' hysterical.
Lincoln would have been proud.
Bye!
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