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S02E189 Curses Ahoy, Part 4, White Man’s Words

Guy Hasson
Age: 7, Told by Grampa Walt

“Now, take in all that you’ve learned, and forget about it. This is a way that people behave. It’s a way to express yourself. It’s not for kids yet. But I think you needed to know about this, Joy. Okay?”

“Those were stupid curses anyway,” Joy says. “What’s the point?”

“I’m not going to do anything that man told me,” Charlie says as we leave the house and walk towards Charlie’s elevator.

“Why not?”

“He said he’s teaching us words because we must not listen to The Man. But my Kwa’a says the White Man always used nice words to tell us how he’s with us, and the White Man always backstabs.”

Justin looks at him. “That’s a good point. That’s very true.”

Charlie shrugs. “I’m not sure. My mom hates everything he says about the White man. But I don’t like Sam anyway. He’s a liar.”

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S02E188 Curses Ahoy, Part 3, Curses

Guy Hasson
Age: 7, Told by Grampa Walt

“Say after me. Say it with anger,” Sam says. “Shit!”

Charlie giggles. Joy says, “Why would I say shit?”

“Because you feel a need to curse. When people don’t like something, they use words that The Man calls dirty and bad. But they’re not dirty, they’re just words.”

“But when I shit, it is dirty. I wouldn’t touch it.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Sam says. I don’t think he’s ever met a child this direct. “But we use it as a curse word. Just to show anger. Say it with me: Shit!”

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S02E187 Curses Ahoy, Part 2, The Man

Guy Hasson
Age: 7, Told by Grampa Walt

We walk into a room where a young man sits cross-legged on the carpet in the living room. He is about Justin’s age. His skin is white, his hair is ginger, and for some reason it is in an afro. He is wearing a colorful green and blue shirt with images of flowers on it, the front unbuttoned down to his bellybutton, revealing that he is in quite good shape. He wears light blue jeans and sits down on the carpet in what is apparently his own home.

Some parents are in the other room with their children, which range about eight to fifteen, I believe. They’re eating right now.

“Where are we?” I whisper to Justin.

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