When I was young,
my mother would direct me away from, what she referred to as the bad
element. This group included people who
tattooed and had their bodies pierced, more than the normal hole in each ear
for women. When my mother saw one of
these people on the street, she would grab my are and hold me tightly until we
passed safely by, as if these people were ally gypsy's or circus freaks come
toe steal her little boy and sell him into slavery. In short, I grew up stereotyping people
because of how they looked.
(A couple of
weeks before the start of the fall semester at Ithaca, John moved here from
Syracuse. One of the first things he did
when he got here was to register his son in the local school system. John is a single parent in his mid twenties,
with custody of his son. On the morning
he went to the school, he left his son at home.
John is into body piercing and tattooing, and with a stainless steel
bolt in his right ear, three holes in the other ear, and several tattoos he
looks just like the people my mother kept me away from. On this morning when he went to the school he
had an opportunity to note the reactions of the school officials towards him.
He arrived at the
school in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday while school was still out
for the summer. His first encounter with
a school authority came only a few moments after he arrived. As he was making his way to the front office,
John found himself face to face with an angry security guard demanding to know
what he was doing on school property.
The security guard, a middle-aged, balding man would not except that
John had come to register his son for school.
After threatening to call the police the guard finally agreed to escort
John to the main office.
At the office the
security guard and a secretary talked in whispers out of John's hearing for a
little while until the secretary told John to have a seat and someone would be
with him shortly. The security guard
left saying to the secretary, loud enough for John to hear, that if she had any
trouble to just give him a call. Then he
left the room mumbling to himself something about the world going to shit, and
any fucken looser having kids these days.)
Since coming into
a college atmosphere I have encountered several people into body piercing and
tattooing, and have found them no different from anybody else. While in the marine corps I even got a tattoo
myself. I don't know everybody's reason
for doing this especially with the consequence it brings. For myself I got my tattoo while I was sober
and on my own. It was just something I
wanted to do, and it makes me kind of unique to have something on my arm that
nobody else in the world does. John says
that he does what he does because the human body is plain and he wants to be
different from everyone else. From
talking with other people into body piercing and tattooing, I think the reasons
behind it are pretty similar to mine and John's. All of them are very proud of what they
consider improvements they have made to themselves.
(After almost a
half hour wait in an empty office, the secretary finally called John up. She handed him the forms she had all the
time, and told him curtly to fill them out and leave them on the desk someone
would look at them later and if there were any problems, he would be
notified. Taking the papers he started
to fill them out. Having a question he went back up to the secretary who was
reading the newspaper; her reply to him was that she was to busy to answer his
questions and he should read the directions before bothering her. In response to this John took the papers and
left saying he would bring them back filled out tomorrow, the secretary didn't
acknowledge. Leaving the building, John
found the security guard waiting to escort him off of school property.)
It seems to me
that this is a common response given by people in authority. In my own case, although I only have the one
tattoo, the marine corps restricted me from certain duties where my tattoo
would show to the general public. This
included Presidential security duties among other things. For most people, however, this reaction comes
through as a feeling of being slighted, and the impression of not being taken
seriously. This happens everywhere in
the world, even it seems in out very liberal city of Ithaca.
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