TWO BAGUETTES AND A GOOD HARVEST
“Anyone who wishes to partake in a final resource denial attack on his own people would be successful…”
J. Peters (The Brave Experiment, 2005)
My room in Beginnings street was my sanctuary. I did not spare any opportunity to bring comfort, style, and utility to the room. Originally, the previous tenants has left a twin mattress in my room When I went up to Freedomtown for the summer with Dorothea, we looked around the house for opportunities to improve the status of my room and its appointments.
“He won’t need a full size mattress, he’s sexually inert,”
I said, pointing out that Kim wouldn’t need a full-sized bed because he wasn’t and probably never would be sexually active. So, Dorothea and I moved Kim’s larger more comfortable bed into my room and gave Kim my old twin size mattress.
This was one of many little repositioning acts performed by Dorothea and me before moving into the Beginnings street house. I wanted it to be perfect. After living in Bingham and then in my friends’ vacant room, I wanted to finally feel that things were truly mine. This was a restoration period for me in Freedomtown, what I later termed restorative social justice or the politics of friendship.
One day, when Dorothea entered my room, she looked at a new modification I made to the wall space above my mattress. She asked,
“What’s with the baguettes? Why are there two baguettes over the bed?”
They represent a good harvest, and plentifulness, here on Beginnings street, I replied back.