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°prisoner begging to be freed, and<br />

then disappeared .<br />

No one had slipped me any acid .<br />

I knew nothing about mysticism.<br />

I'd been an atheist since I was 12 .<br />

So there were limited ways for me<br />

to interpret all this . First, I asked<br />

myself, do other people perceive<br />

the way I perceive now, or do they<br />

perceive the way I used to perceive?<br />

I watched them for a while,<br />

and concluded that they only perceive<br />

the lying masks, but they do<br />

not know that they are lying . The<br />

masks were the limits of their consciousness<br />

. And their only way of<br />

knowing what goes on in the world<br />

is what the masks tell each other .<br />

No one else whom I could observe<br />

was perceiving like me . The lying<br />

masks were interacting with each<br />

other and arriving at a consensus<br />

which they accepted as reality . And<br />

people were acting on the basis of<br />

this consensus . My impression was<br />

that very little of what existed in<br />

the real world got past the masks.<br />

I concluded that either I was<br />

crazy, and they were all sane, or I<br />

was sane and they were all crazy.<br />

I had no way of knowing for sure .<br />

So I decided to test it out . While<br />

being very careful not to say or do<br />

anything that would get me locked<br />

up, I would operate on the basis of<br />

'the reality which I perceived, and<br />

observe others operating upon the<br />

basis ofthe reality which they perceived,<br />

and see whose reality was<br />

more reliable .<br />

I found myself back in New<br />

York in 1964, among familiar<br />

60<br />

places and people, really perceiving<br />

them all for the first time . I couldn't<br />

play their games anymore . I longed<br />

desperately to escape from the circles<br />

I had always moved in and to<br />

try out my new perceptions on the<br />

world out there .<br />

I went to the college for the interview.<br />

The president explained<br />

to me that they had only been hiring<br />

white teachers for a year . The<br />

Board was afraid that any white<br />

teacher who would come there<br />

would be a communist . They hired<br />

Chinese, and East Indians . But,<br />

alas, they couldn't get enough<br />

teachers of any race, and finally the<br />

Board permitted him to hire a few<br />

whites.<br />

He asked me, "Is there anything<br />

you have to tell me? I might as well<br />

know it now."<br />

"Yes, there is . My kids are<br />

black."<br />

"Are they adopted?"<br />

"No, they're my natural children<br />

."<br />

"I have some relatives who look<br />

as white as you do ."<br />

"I have often been taken for a<br />

creole . I'm from New Orleans . I<br />

speak French."<br />

"Whatever I say around here<br />

reaches all ears . I could say, `Have<br />

you met our new creole history<br />

teacher from New Orleans?' "<br />

"That's fine with me ."<br />

"When you get your drivers' license,<br />

be sure they get the race<br />

right."<br />

All the teachers, except one, believed<br />

it . Some of them even began<br />

Morch 1969 NEGRO DIGEST

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