Part III | A Tale to Kelly Gonez as a Five-Year-Old
I don’t want to you her name, but I can tell you that it is nautical.
I can tell you it’s not Sandy
But I did think about giving her a name like that
Her real name is nautical
And if it was sand, it’d be right next to her name.
That’s what her name would be
She knows who she is
She knows my vulnerability
I had explained to her that she was a siren
A siren?
A beautiful woman who cries when a man can’t protect her
“Why am I siren?”
Because I can’t protect you
I told her
Because if I told you the reality of my life
You would think I was a mad man
How come?
Because, I told her.
I’m on a mission from God
I told her
I’m going to take down LAUSD schools
Why?
Because he asked me too
Just to prove that God himself had trained me
And that I had been God’s student
And that I had never meant an opponent worthy of a battle
But LAUSD revealed its true colors when they came after me
It made me have a conversation with God about my identity
Who am I God?
That I am so angry with wrath at these people for hurting these children.
Who am I God that I cannot sleep at night?
Who must I be?
God, help me.
Reveal my identity!
And God told me!
He told me
Through a synchronicity like I never had before
It shocked me
More than her beauty shocked me
I didn’t tell her that
And she admitted something to me
She didn’t have to
She told me she had married her first husband because of his money
That she never really loved him
And that God had punished her for her greedy behavior
But she liked her kids
But she wishes…they had a father like me.
I think you’d be an amazing father
She told me, just out of nowhere.
How did this woman see me so quickly?
“You’re like a scientist,” she said. “Like someone who wants to understand to do good,” she said. “You’re like Indiana Jones.”
I was a little confused at first, but I was beginning to understand. “People are jealous of you because you’re a genius,” she said.
“Are they?” I said, wondering how she knew.
“Now that I’ve told you my deepest and darkest secrets, will you tell me an honest story?”
“An honest story?”
“I want details,” she said. “I’m an enthusiast for details.”
“Details?”
“I’ll ask lots of questions. I want to see it like a movie,” she told me.
“Like a movie, huh? Full entertainment mode?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Would you like me to offer you a choice of perspective?”“What does that mean?” she asked, intrigued.
“It means you can pretend to be a character in the story,” I said.
“Yeah,” she said. “Who?”
“Would you like to be Kelly Gonez as five-year-old girl in Pacoima?”
“Were you her teacher?”
“I am now,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she said. “So, my role is five-year-old Kelly Gonez?”
“Exactly,” I said.
“Are you ready to be little Kelly Gonez?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Will you tell me a little bit about her?”
“She grew up in Pacoima where Rithchie Valens grew up, and she is betraying her people, like Pocahantas, but she doesn’t know it. You play her many years from now when she is a little girl.”
“Okay,” she said. “What do I do?”
“Just listen to the story,” I tell her. “Remember, this entire story is true, but don’t be afraid. You are safe because we are in the past, but now I am talking to you about the future you - the one you know nothing about.”
“Oh, my,” she said. “I”m scared already.”