Firsthand History- Monday- 1st period

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Today the class was in a Danger Shopped outdoor concert venue. No way was Kitty taking them to the real one without chaperones. But it was crowded and still kind of muddy, and there was music, so.

"Welcome to Woodstock," she greeted them. "This is Monday, August 18, 1969, the end of one of the biggest events in music history. The sixties were a pretty big decade, and hippies were a very big thing. They were very big into peace and love and pacificism, and also illegal drugs and free love which you will not be getting in class. That summer, a free concert was put on in upstate New York, not actually in Woodstock, which gave way to the attendance of four hundred thousand people. This is nothing. This is only about thirty thousand here. A state of emergency was declared for the county, people came over from the Air Force base to help keep things peaceful, and that was probably good because things weren't even finished before the festival started, and they were way underprepared for how many people they got here. Also the festival was supposed to only be three days, but rain delays meant that the very last performer didn't go on until 8 am Monday morning. And that's what you're going to see today.

"So find a spot, relax, and enjoy Jimi Hendrix. If you're from here and now, it'll make your parents and grandparents so jealous."

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[vrajna_kralis]

"Errr..." Hyacinthe was leery of asking the question, but she had brought it up. "What is wrong with the way you look? I think you look quite lovely," he added quickly.

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[intotheout]

"And you're right," Tip said, pleased. "But according to the people who founded my country, I'm too dark by at least half." Since she was biracial. "They liked to keep black people as slaves and pretend they weren't really people. Because humans are terrible."

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[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe held his own arm out and compared it to Gratuity's. She was far darker than he, but his own swarthy skin made his stand out against pure-blooded D'Angelines and gave away much of his heritage immediately.

"Where then might I rate?" he asked. "For I am lighter than you, though darker than, say, Cosette. I ask because your skin is a rich, warm brown, like the heart of an ancient oak tree. I would hardly call it black, though admittedly, skim is a shameful reason to enslave someone anyway." Shrugging, he added, "Not that I can think of a good one, in truth."