High School Slave Day/Initiation Day

I was having a conversation with a friend that I went to high school with on Facebook and she asked me if I liked high school because she still carry’s some sad and horrible times.
I told her that even though I liked many of the people I went to school with, I didn’t enjoy it because of the clicks. I got along with just about any group. After what happened to my friend and a few others, I did rethink some of my friendships. I couldn’t understand how some of my more popular friends thought it was OK to target the less popular, which were also my friends. I sided obviously with the less popular and cut out the ones who were shallow and hateful. Anyhow,  she asked me about how I felt and how certain things still cause her anxiety.
Willcox High School

She was talking about Freshman Slave Day and Initiation day. I went to Willcox High School in Willcox, AZ. The upper class-man would literally have a slave auction where they would sell the freshman students to the highest bidder. The slave would have to do everything the master would have them do. I was bought by a friend, but she wasn’t. I was glad my friend bought me and I never had to do anything. But, that was not what happened to most of the students.

One student was wearing a chain around his neck after the auction. There were a number of students that were walking around wearing diapers. A number of them had tears in their eyes. They felt they had to participate or they would be treated badly by those that were more popular.  The way I see it is that it is a popularity contest. I don’t know where the money went to. I’m sure it went to the school for something.

Since she didn’t get bought she would have to go through an initiation. So, the student body or who ever it was, would call out the names of those students who didn’t get bought and they would be shamed in front of the entire school during an assembly.

I have to say that after that assembly, something changed. It was like a switch went on. She was humiliated and had to dress like a dog and lap up water from a bowl and she was instructed to crawl on all 4s. To this day, I remember what happened. Just because she wasn’t popular, she was humiliated. I don’t understand how the teachers, principals and employees allowed that to happen.
This is NOT my high school. I just wanted to demonstrate how horrible it would be to be initiated in front of this many fellow students. It was humiliating for many students that were made a laughing-stock in front of everyone.

When she was called up, lets say I was not very happy. I told her that those who called her name had no right to humiliate her by calling her in front of the entire class, teachers, principles and so on. I told her to just sit there and don’t listen or walk out. I would walk out with her. Those around me could hear what I was telling her. A couple were saying it isn’t a big deal, hmmmm… If they tried to do that to me, I can guarantee you that they would have all heard about it, right then and there.  I would have been one of those leading pickets and forming demonstrations. My friend told me that she would just do it since it would be worse for her if she didn’t.

Little did those who were laughing at those who were put on display know that my friend went home and seriously thought about suicide. She felt she was lesser than anyone else. She also seen counselors for many years because of this event. Some people may say that she shouldn’t have taken it so seriously and I would wonder what those people would think if it happened to them. Imagine having to go in front of 100’s of classmates and humiliated.
ropeI didn’t see this as a fun thing at all. What I seen was the tears and the fears of those who knew they would be called up during the assembly. I remember the tears from the boy who had to change his cloths so he can put on his gym shorts and made to climb a rope that went from the ceiling to the floor. Another rope was tethered to his shorts, so the higher he went, the lower his shorts would become. I don’t have to say what happened there and yet the student body was allowed to continue this disgraceful act.
When I was talking to my friend, she said what she had to deal with has haunted her. I told her that even though I didn’t get called to the gym floor to be initiated, I have always remembered that assembly also. Whenever I think about it, I get steamed. I have never seen such a display of anti-humanism first hand. Well, on the news, it is all over the place.
I think it’s a little insensitive to have something like that, because of the history and because a lot of wounds have not yet healed.” I get that some of these activities aren’t meant to be racist or mean-spirited, either way, there are some like me who react to it and I find it insensitive.
My niece Christina and her husband Fei(?Spelling)… They have awesome kids.

I was talking to my niece about this and was having her go over my blog to make sure it sounded right. And she pointed out something that I never really think about because it is just part of my life. In my family, I would say that we are a melting pot. I have family members that are Hispanic, Indian, black, white and mixed. I have had seemingly close friends come up to me and they want to share a funny joke about one race or another. They automatically assume that because I am white, that they have a right to tell me jokes about other races. Let me say that they did NOT get the reaction they were looking for. And, let me say, they are no longer friends. I want to thank Christina was reading this and pointing out that I should share that we are a blended family. And I know I am a Christian and I want to say that this is one of those topics that makes me want to reach out and touch someone. So, I would hope that people don’t mess with my family. The color of someones skin has nothing to do with who they are as a person. Just Saying!!! I may get mad at those in my family, but I would hope nobody else would hurt a family member just because they married someone that is black or any other race.

I have wondered if schools still do the slave days and the initiation days and I was surprised that some schools still do this. Just google it or go to youtube. I was shocked to see how many still does this. For those who thinks this is a fun activity, remember that there are those who don’t. Being a slave is nothing to laugh at. I am all for discussing slavery, but not in a demeaning manner like this and like how schools are still doing.
32964532-modern-day-slavery-a-look-at-human-trafficking-0000-jpgI would like to touch on modern-day slaves.  Not many may be aware that it is happening all over the world. Human trafficking is the trade of humans, most commonly for the purpose of forced labor, sexual slavery, or commercial sexual exploitation for the trafficker or others.  There is a movie that recently came out that I absolutely love and I bought it on Amazon. It is called Priceless. One of the singers from King and Country is in the movie and the main character.  Human trafficking is a crime against the person because of the violation of the victim’s rights. Human trafficking is the trade in people, and does not necessarily involve the movement of the person from one place to another.
Here is an article from KSL which is a Utah based news station since I live in Utah.

Call the National Human Trafficking Resource Center

1-888-373-7888 or text BeFree (233733)

to report sex trafficking, forced labor, or to get help

According to the Center of Missing and Exploited Children there are currently about 300,000 under age children who are victims of human trafficking

OK, now I am going to get back to the purpose of this blog. I will be doing my next blog on human trafficking, so watch for it.

This is real slaves and they really suffered – they don’t deserve to be mocked
I will provide some links that are based on what slaves really went through and how it is NOT a laughing matter. There is nothing funny about being a slave.
Real Slaves- No Laughing Matter

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