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I took Physical Anthropology
with a professor
who was more interested
in the shape of my head
than in the shape of my name.
I doubt if he even knew my name.
But one day in class
he used my head
as an example of racial identification.
He had an Indian skeleton
in his office
with a perfect head shape
and nearly perfect teeth.
I asked him once,
"What grave did you rob it from?"
He laughed.
He didn't hear the tears in my voice.
How could he?
He had sat beside the skeleton
several days a week
for several decades
and had never heard its cry.
What chance did I have
who had known him only half a semester.
