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I was also blessed with the prescence of the illustrious Marilyn Gibbs just last night. I work in a small newspaper and about 6:30 we received her as a "special," guest. At the time she arrived there were just three of us in the office. I can't claim the pride of being the first to greet her, a lovely co-worker of mine claims that brief honor, but I did get to enjoy 2-3 hours of her company. Apparently she wanted us to publish her manifesto and failing in that got a bit upset when told that we couldn't print her out 42 copies. My editor and I were the only ones in the building, both of us women (and white) and we got quite nervous when we read the letter starting out as "Dear White Women." I bargained her down to five and after addressing the letters, which she had folded and then stapled shut about 20 times each she asked for a ride to the post office. Luckily, it was just down on the next block and we said our fond farewells. We are now thinking of a new policy for entrance to the building after the businesses office has closed.
It was an experience meeting her,,an experience. Her rant has changed a bit and become a bit more refined and understandable if I had more time I'd type it out, but I'm at the scene of the crime now. Dave, the computer guy, did a search for her after hearing of our enviable escapade and found the blog.
She should have her own myspace to track her progress from one point to the other. Lord knows I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of Carl Wyman or that ghetto, street, trying-to-be-white minister, John Rodwin Ringwald.