stunt. Some offensive attempt at advertising. Another theory is it was for a movie. But it was real. I think of it now as proof people are realizing governments can be absolutely worthless. The only dependable way to survive today is to put your faith in the power of other people wanting to give you money. Online fundraising. Corporations that still pretend to care what consumers think. They want to be able to say, See, look how benevolent we are, think about this instead of how we’re polluting the ocean and not paying our workers enough.
At the time, I had only thought of how strange it must have been to be there, to walk down a street and see red and yellow houses next to rubble. People in bright wigs and painted-on smiles next to those suffering.
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Dear Tanya,
I’ve been back a week, and every day they have me take different tests. Vocabulary, identify pictures, look at gradients and arrange them from darkest to lightest. I’m still being asked to memorize words—tuxedo, baseball bat, cinnamon—but I haven’t been given additional doses of the medication. Almost everyone has been out of the office doing separate studies or taking breaks. It’s quiet and has almost convinced me in its slowness that I can make it another four, another eight months.
Tom and I eat lunch together, we talk about his garden. He showed me a picture of his tomatoes—they’re a fancy kind that I’d never heard of, Cherokee Purple—and they’re big. Lena, he said, they’re the size of both of your fists already. He had to set up special cages because of their weight. But he said the ripe ones so far have tasted like garbage. Literally, garbage. Like when you drive past a dump and the air gets in your car and your mouth and nose.
This town is cursed, I said. Tom said I sounded like a local. You would love the way they talk about this town. Whenever something is weird, something is wrong, they talk about how a great chief once lived and loved this land and cursed it for all white men. Yes, it’s racist. But I’ve heard old white men in the donut shops using it as an explanation for why there are bad cell signals, an increasing divorce rate among young couples in the area, drugs. Why a girl was murdered here in the early 1970s. No blame on the man who did it, the father of a child the girl was babysitting. And for “the mysterious illness going around town.” It sounds like a bunch of people have summer colds, some rashes, they feel weak, headaches, and it’s all been conflated into one big illness. People here are wild.
Today, after work, I went running for the first time since the—I don’t know what to call it—I guess the experiment. Downtown, near the courthouse steps, people were protesting something. They were holding signs and yelling. When I got close enough, I could see one sign that read STOP HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS IN THE USA. They were all wearing Sharpied shirts that read Freedom from Government Tyranny. Human rights, Human dignity, they yelled. If you’re in a study, we can help you, a white man with dreadlocks yelled.
The longer I’ve been here, the better I’ve gotten at making my face a mask. I keep it polite: never react too much, especially if someone is doing or saying something that is annoying me. Whenever I’m listening to someone speak, I force myself to make my eyes a little wider. I know it makes me look younger, more innocent. And I rarely wear makeup for that reason too. Especially as a younger woman who is also a very small person, I already know most people don’t think of me as a threat. But I add to it. Smile a lot. Apologize for things I don’t need to acknowledge. Laugh often. And I make sure not to do that forced, giddy laugh people do that can sound too desperate. I try as hard as possible to laugh like I’m delighted. The cuter I am, the more agreeable I appear, the less people notice how much attention I’m paying.
It’s changed me. I can’t just be any longer. When I was at my mom’s, I noticed I was watching her, and trying to anticipate what she wanted from me. In some ways, it wasn’t that much different from when I was growing up. I realize I’ve spent most of my life watching someone, making