“The parents? They don’t read our paper.”
“All it takes is one parent to start an uproar.”
“Does that mean we’re not supposed to have opinions?”
“I understand what you’re saying and I agree with you. But I can’t risk my job.”
“Your job?”
“Yes. That’s how it works. I’m a teacher. Mr. Royer is my boss.”
“Then who stands up for us, the students?”
Tiny shook her head. “Welcome to the real world.”
—
“I WROTE a story about the crashes for the school paper,” Miri told Henry at dinner. It was one of the rare nights Henry was home in time to eat with them. “Mrs. Wallace, the adviser to the paper, called it ‘provocative.’?”
“Provocative!” Ben Sapphire said. “We need more provocative thinkers. Don’t you agree, Henry?”
Henry glanced at Ben but didn’t respond.
“She showed it to the principal,” Miri continued. “He vetoed it, said it was inflammatory.”
“Inflammatory!” Ben Sapphire said. “This is sounding better and better.” Irene put her hand over Ben’s, letting him know he should keep quiet. Miri didn’t miss the gesture.
“I’d like to read it,” Henry told her.
“Make that two of us,” Rusty said.
After dinner Miri gave Henry her story. Tiny had returned it to her in case she wanted to revise it. “Maybe write about how the community is helping those in need,” Tiny had suggested. “Something uplifting. Mr. Royer likes uplifting stories.”
“I’m not writing for Mr. Royer,” Miri had said. “I’m writing for the student newspaper.”
Tiny gave her a sad look. “I know that, Miri. And I’m sorry.”
“You already said that!” Miri felt bad lashing out at Tiny. She knew Tiny was on her side, but she wanted more. She wanted Tiny to remind him this is America. We have free speech. We have freedom of the press.
Henry went to his room to read the story. When he came out ten minutes later, he said, “If I were in charge I’d publish it.”
“Really?” Miri asked. “You’re not just saying that?”
“You know I’d never do that.”
Miri nodded. She knew.
“That’s not to say I agree with everything in your story.”
Rusty grabbed the story from Henry and went upstairs to read it on her own.
While she was gone Miri saw clearly what she had to do. “Can I use your typewriter?” she asked Henry.
“Sure.”
She’d had a full semester of typing. She could type thirty-five words a minute. At Battin next year, she’d take Typing for College, something they all laughed about. “Sounds like Typing for Chimpanzees,” Robo had said. Miri wondered if they had Typing for Chimpanzees at Millburn High School.
“This is good,” Rusty said, coming back downstairs, waving Miri’s story. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You know how to speak your mind. But is this what you really believe?”
“I’m still not sure…” Miri began.
Ben Sapphire interrupted. “When do I get to read it?”
“When it’s published,” Miri told him.
Henry, seeing where this was going, said, “I don’t have a stencil at the house but we do at the office. You want to take a ride with me?”
She got her coat.
“I type eighty words a minute,” Rusty called. “You want me to come?”
“Thanks, Mom, but I can do this myself.” She grabbed the story from Rusty.
Rusty looked disappointed, but Miri didn’t care. It was her story.
The Daily Post office was busy but probably not as busy as it would have been during the day. Henry set her up at a typewriter, removed the ribbon and rolled in the stencil. She’d never cut a stencil for a mimeograph.
“You have to press down hard on each key,” Henry told her. “It’s different from regular typing.”
Maybe she should have let Rusty help. It took a long time for her to cut the stencil. Henry didn’t seem to mind. He was at work on another story at his desk. She went through a lot of correction fluid changing her typing mistakes. Finally, when she was as satisfied as she was going to be, Henry helped her run off a hundred copies on the mimeograph.
On Thursday morning she showed Eleanor her story. “I’m going to distribute it on my own.”
Eleanor took a copy from the stack Miri was holding. She read the headline out loud. “?‘Zombies, Martians, Commies or Sabotage?’?” Then she smiled, showing her braces, which she almost never did. “I like this. It’s so cheeky.”
Cheeky wasn’t what Miri had in mind. Eleanor used expressions the rest of them had heard only in movies.
—
ZOMBIES, MARTIANS, COMMIES OR SABOTAGE?
By Miri Ammerman
The first one fell a block from Hamilton, and 4 blocks from the Elks Club, where 100 children were enjoying a holiday party.
They said it could never happen again.
But it did, skimming the roof of Battin High School, 45 minutes after 1,000 girls were dismissed for the day, and just missing St. Mary’s.