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Tale 47

Charlie had always seen the colors. She defined the colors as pretty and scary. Mommy’s pretty color was a blue, the color of the ocean. Daddy’s pretty color was a green, like the grass in the backyard.

Charlie liked seeing the colors most at night when she was getting tucked into bed, her eyes sleepy and dimmed by the lack of light. Charlie snuggled against the streams of sapphires and emeralds that emerged from the mouths of her parents. The vibrant colors were tugged along by the gentle whispers of “I love you” and “sweet dreams.” The blue and green swirled around each other and into Charlie, lulling her to sleep and soaking into her dreams of rainbows and stars. This was Charlie’s favorite time of day. She wondered if it was Mommy and Daddy’s favorite time of day, too.

Charlie saw the pretty colors during the day, but they were less bright and they were often coupled with the scary colors. Mommy’s scary color was a crusted red, like a scab on Charlie’s knee, and Daddy’s was a wasteful brown, like the bits of dog poop that dotted the sidewalks on their street. Charlie hated the scary colors. Their ugliness would inch their way into the parade of purple and greens, their facets rough and tumble. The scary colors weren’t nice. They made Charlie’s eyes hurt.

What was strange to Charlie was how she could never predict when the scary colors would come. They slipped out from between her parents’ lips easily, just like the pretty colors. Charlie didn’t understand. She saw this perplexing sequence happen with other people’s pretty and scary colors too. Charlie’s kindergarten teacher, Mr. Appleton, always spoke with a nice, pleasant orange color, as bright as a tangerine. But whenever he spoke to Ms. Cranston, the music teacher, the orange melted into a putrid yellow.

Once, Charlie asked Mommy about why the colors changed from pretty to scary. Mommy explained that your eyes can play tricks on you and one color can really be a different color depending on the way the light hits the color. When Charlie asked if that was why the colors that came out of people’s mouths were so different sometimes, Mommy laughed and said that’s not what she meant. Charlie didn’t ask about the colors again.

Mommy and Daddy’s scary colors rarely came out streaming toward Charlie, but she saw Mommy and Daddy’s reds and browns spit toward each other often. On the playground, even in the bright sunlight, Charlie would glance back at her parents sitting on the bench and see the red and brown wave back and forth between them. She strained her eyes to see if blue or green existed, but those colors were only visible in the sky and ground. So Charlie pretended her eyes were playing tricks on her.

When she looked into the mirror, Charlie squinted really hard to see her own colors. She would sing a song or talk to her stuffed kitty, Magnanimous, but there was never a color to be seen. Anything that came from her lips was invisible. Charlie wished to see purple, her favorite color, or even just a hint of yellow. Charlie didn’t like being colorless.

Charlie knew her parents would divorce before they did. But Charlie didn’t have a name for it. She just had seen the scary colors too much. Sometimes Charlie squeezed her eyes closed when she saw Mommy and Daddy talking to each other because the sharpness of the red and brown made her eyes ache.

Bedtime wasn’t Charlie’s favorite time of day anymore. She now preferred playtime at school when she would play with Penelope, who always spoke with a lovely shade of violet mixed with hints of pink, like a sunset at the beach.

Only the twinkle of Mommy’s blue showed up to tuck Charlie in at bedtime. In the morning, the sparkle of Daddy’s green came to wake Charlie up. The turquoise swirls never appeared again. Charlie’s dreams became colorless.  

[y-not-chocolate]

DISCUSSING GIRLS RIGHTS AND GLOBALIZATION WITH EXPERT WITNESS CHUYIA

Pei Ja: Hello Chuyia, welcome. Why do you consider yourself an expert in this trial?

Chuyia: I’m an expert because I’ve experienced things pertaining to globalization.

Jack: Can you elaborate on your feelings of women’s rights in developing countries and how building a school in La Suerte, in terms of your past experiences, would be beneficial to the girls?

Chuyia: I feel like Y-Not-Chocolate is a global country that needs global attention, especially with the development of education and women’s rights. They definitely need outside forces coming in to progress the situation. I think giving an education to those girls would help develop their own ideas.

Pei Ja: Do you believe India’s politics and values have the potential to change for the better?

Chuyia: Yes I do. We have a long way to go, but I do. Like I said, as India becomes globalized, their ideas will soon become more progressive. India used to be dictated by traditional Hindu beliefs but because of globalization they are able to evolve as a country because of outside influences.

Jack: Do you think the addition of Y-Not-Chocolate will help the culture in La Suerte find it’s identity without harming the rights of its people?

Chuyia: I feel like Y-Not-Chocolate will provide a lot of more jobs and in creating their cocoa industry, women will be able to utilize those jobs. They will become more independent, especially in the schools and then they can work in the chocolate business, so it really comes full circle.

Jack: Describe your experience growing up and how you think globalization impacted the events in your life?

Chuyia: When I was five years old, I was forced to marry an older man. He passed away a few years later, so my father sent me to an ashram to mourn with other widows. And this was definitely because of the heavy influence Hinduism has in India. Even though British culture was also prevalent, their influence was more economic. Ever since I left India, I believe the country has evolved for the better.

Jack: Thank you for your time, Chuyia!