Dear Lewis, Something wicked this way comes. I’ve been looking for Wiggas around Atlanta for several months now. And nothing. Do you know where they have gone? There are some things I’ve come to rely on in the city, but now I feel lost. When I go to Underground, there should be at least one super fine Black man who smile reveals a full set of gold teeth. When I go the Falcons game there should be at least one man who attempts to ask me out even though I am holding hands and wearing the wedding band of what’s-his-name. There should be one woman driving a Lexus who steals my parking spot at Lenox. There should be Wiggas. I don’t care if you spell it Whiggas or Wiggas. I will ask my friend Kym if there are any in Chicago, but I don’t think so. Wiggas are a dying breed. Atlanta is almost nothing without them. I mean an aquarium is nice, but an aquarium without Wiggas? Lewis, it’s like the cultural history of Atlanta is being lost right in front of my own eyes. My only guess is that boys age out of Wigga-ness, and that now I’m no longer a teenager my realm has fewer Wiggas. Could it be that the professional world has no place for white boys nicknamed Jamal? Has Atlanta gone so far we have even gentrified the Wiggas? Please tell Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Happy Birthday. The King Papers are now open to the public. Please ask him if those of us living should be excited or embarrassed at the prospect that our college term papers maybe deemed of historic importance? Excited I think. I have a dream, too. I dream so many things. Some silly. Some serious. Nothing wrong with doing both, right? Your friend, wasting away in Atlanta without Wiggas, Nicki |
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Where Have All the Wiggas Gone?posted Feb 16, 2009 7:35 AM by Nicki Salcedo [ updated Feb 16, 2009 7:35 AM ] |