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vocate for all Native Americans. I think other    times there isn’t much more to say than: It’s    removed a gear that locked it, then put it back
            people sometimes stress that on me,” he said.     complicated. When I was his age, I existed       together, so now it moves. And I was like, ‘If
            But “being aware of my grandma’s story helps      somewhere between obliviousness and obliv-       only I knew how to do this when I was five!’”
            me get through hard situations.”                  ion. I don’t remember having a single conver-      The trains, and their blaring horns, lost their
               We moved on to the universe. Jeffrey men-      sation with anyone about going to college. I     charm on me pretty fast, but Jeffrey kept saying
            tioned that Lakota people believe they come       wasn’t even thinking then of what it might       things like “I like the vibrating” and “I could
            from the stars, and that scientists discovered    take to better myself, to achieve anything like   go to sleep to these sounds.” So we talked for
            that within their life span, stars create all the   a dream. Jeffrey and I have lived very different   a while alongside the tracks, pausing to plug
            elements in the periodic table. “It’s cool to     lives, but our shared sense of experience felt   our ears each time a train passed.
            start seeing all these parallels,” he said. Talk   closer to me that afternoon in Fentons. Cook-     We discussed college. Jeffrey wants to go
            turned to black holes. “Black holes have this     ie-dough ice cream and apple pie are surpris-    to Caltech. This year, he’s taking both honors
            thing called the event horizon. As light falls    ingly good together, but neither of us finished.  calculus and honors statistics, because he re-
            in, if it passes the event horizon, even light                                                     searched which classes would be good to pur-
            moving at the speed of light will not be able                                                      sue astrophysics. Still, he’s nervous to leave.
            to be fast enough to escape the black hole. It  THE  NEXT  DAY,   Jeffrey and I                    “I have severe homesickness. And this recent
            swallows up the light.” I can’t say that I un-    headed to the train tracks near Jack London      full moon has, like, been bringing out my emo-
            derstood what he was talking about, or rath-      Square. Jeffrey loves trains. He has since he    tions,” he told me. “And I’ve been like thinking
            er I was hearing something else, from some        was very young. One of his favorite movies       about college, and having to go away from my
            layer beneath Jeffrey’s understanding of the      is  The  Polar  Express,  starring  Oakland’s    friends and the people who have supported me
            cosmos, a metaphor about escape and light         very own Tom Hanks. He, Martha, and Geri         throughout all these sort of hard transitions.
            and darkness; about gravity and the speed we      watch it every Christmas. He likes the gears,    And beginning that college-application pro-
            must reach to not fall in, just to stay afloat.   and studying the moving parts. That’s how        cess, and I think of having to move away and
               I asked Jeffrey what he thought about the      he broke his toy Polar Express train when        split paths. We’ll still keep in touch, obvious-
            idea of the American dream. Maybe it was the      he was a boy, and how he fixed it. “It had       ly, but there’s still that physical-distance barri-
            apple pie. “I think it’s very much a dream,”      the remote control that I’d turn all the way     er. That sometimes scares me.” At some point,
            he said. “It’s definitely not equal for every-    up, and I’d control the speed with my hand,      the topic of his college-application essay came
            body, for how much they have to work to get       which overheated the engine and it broke.        up. I wondered about his approach—how
            it. It’s complicated.” Nothing about being Na-    I think the final straw was when my mom          much he planned to write about overcoming
            tive American is simple. Nor is there a Native    came home and the whole room was filled          hardship regarding his adoption, and to write
            American dream. Just dream catchers that          with smoke. She was like, ‘You’re gonna          about being Native American, what it means to
            hang from people’s rearview mirrors, as if ac-    suffocate Grandma!’ ’cause she was sitting in    him—knowing it could help him get in where
            knowledging there’s something we need to see      the living room, too. She was like, ‘Turn it off.’   he wants. He’s aware of the commonly held be-
            behind us. Jeffrey’s understanding of his own     And I was like, ‘Fine.’ It never turned back     lief that minorities get special consideration on
            life, its context, is astonishing to me. Some-    on. Recently, I took the bottom part off and     college applications, and that the minority of

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