By Wyatt Ludlow, marketing junior
I’m beginning to feel like I don’t belong here, at least not anymore.
Everywhere I go, I see posters and brochures and giddy tour guides crowing about how diverse the student body is at UNT. All I see is an ocean of faces, and they’re slowly looking less and less like me. Honestly, I’m a little nervous about it. And in my shoes, who wouldn’t be?
I mean, just the other day I saw a poster for the new student Union all those Mexicans are building (and taking their sweet time, might I add!), and noticed that out of the five smiling students they threw on there walking through the hypothetical Union those shiftless construction workers haven’t finished yet, only one of them was white, and she was a female.
I think that’s a load of shit, personally. I mean, is it still okay to be a white male on this campus? Do I need to start getting tan and calling myself something vaguely “ethnic” just to fit in? Because I’ll do that, but I won’t be happy about it.
Hell, it doesn’t stop there. I’ll go to parties every now and then, trying to get my drink on with my fellow students in a comfortable, familiar setting, and then I walk through the door and realize only 60 to 70 percent of the group looks like me, and the cooler is full of some weird ethnic beer I’ve never seen before.
I’m not saying I don’t like to get freaky with chicks from other countries here and there, but is it a crime to want to smash some white beaver every once in a while? Because it sure looks that way.
Are they going to start hiding the white people? I’ll live a quiet life somewhere secluded if that’s the plan. Like, camp out in the woods or whatever. I just want somebody to tell me. If you’re going to make all the white men on this campus live in a separate dorm or take their own special classes or something away from everybody else, just send me a letter or maybe an Eagle Alert or whatever and let me know, because I’m going crazy over here. Peace.
The Electric Eagle 