Counterfeit

By Maya Hanck, TIWP College Program

“Race balls-out toward the extraordinary life that you’ve always dreamed of.” — Sophia Amoruso

I’ve never been the type of person who knows exactly what career path she wants to take or even what field she wants to work in. On the contrary, I’ve always known what I don’t want to do. When my mom asks me “What do you want for dinner” I always end up saying something along the lines of “well, I don’t want burgers” or “I definitely don’t want Chinese food tonight,” instead of saying what I do want.

While I might not know the minute details, I know what I want in the bigger picture. I want to travel with someone I love, whether it’s just with myself or someone else. I want a life full of color, something vivid, something real, full of neon and of pastel, of smooth and of rough, of bliss and of stark reality.

I never want to look back and see that I’ve squandered a wonderful life. I never want to look back and not recognize my own life. I never want to look back and see that I didn’t help.

I want something unique. I want to strive for something that’s never been done before. I want to help. While I can daydream about these seemingly blissful ideologies about my future, many people right now don’t even know if they’ll have one.

When I was around eleven, my family was out to dinner with friends and my friend Ashley and I walked to Baskin Robbins to get ice cream. We flavor tested, got our cones, and went to pay. The person behind the counter told me the bill I handed over was counterfeit. Distressed, I just remember saying, “Oh I’m so sorry, I’ll go get another bill,” and starting to panick. How could I have known the bill was fake? No one called the police. No one was murdered in cold blood.

After I ran out of the store, petrified, the cashier ran after me and told me it was a joke. Sick joke if you ask me.

The story still stands, did I know the bill was counterfeit? No, I couldn’t have. Did George Floyd? No. And the counterfeit has not been verified. It was speculation.

A little white girl and a black man walk into a food establishment, possible counterfeit bills in hand. One ends up dead and the other tells the story as a joke sometimes.

I know I want a life where he’d get the same treatment as me. Just like others across the country, I want to race balls out towards racial equality. I want to help others receive the privilege I already possess.

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