The epilogue to The Coin part 4 (C) 2025 edits in progress

 "Look at Detroit. Look even in Jackson, Mississippi or the Mississippi Delta. Everything they touch turns bad. All across the Nation we moved on..." The boy continued, "Some of us were casts out of The White Land," he thought to himself.

"You have to come to our side. There's a reason why 'white rhymes with right."

He remembered the job interviews. He was a new college graduate. He remembered the repeated courses he had to take. Two of the instructors waited till after the second day of class, "We need to talk." He remembered how compassionate his teachers and job interview superiors tried to sound.

 There must be some kind of book out there that had a step by step process of how to get rid of the "those who don't meet the standard." He remembered he argued with the instructor, "Who are you to say I can't," type of sentiment. The instructor then everso politely out other pre-test pretested papers from the successful students. This reminded him of his teachers in elementary through highschool teachers too. 

"Well I want to empower the students."

"Well. How exactly do you plan to do that you have no experience?" The principal looked at him. He was immediately psyched out. Apparent as he looked around the room. Reminded him of an interogation room you'd see on cop shows. Except with more props on the walls. Like numerous degrees and awards. Things on the wall to let the interviewee know his/her place. And that couple seconds of hesitation before he started explaining lesson plans with an interest inventory. The principal interupted, "Will be in touch."

 "If you can't handle the pressure of a job interview how do you expect to manage a classroom."

On to the next, and the complaining, "I knew no one would give me a chance."

"But you only need one good interview to get the job," his mother tried to encourage him. 

"I have been to seven interviews, They remember me from grade school."

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