In the post-World War II era, the Klan experienced a huge resurgence. Its membership was skyrocketing, and its political influence was increasing, so Kennedy went undercover to infiltrate the group. By regularly attending meetings, he became privy to the organization’s secrets. But when he took the information to local authorities, they had little interest in using it. The Klan had become so powerful and intimidating that police were hesitant to build a case against them.
Struggling to make use of his findings, Kennedy approached the writers of the Superman radio serial. It was perfect timing. With the war over and the Nazis no longer a threat, the producers were looking for a new villain for Superman to fight. The KKK was a great fit for the role.
In a 16-episode series titled “Clan of the Fiery Cross,” the writers pitted the Man of Steel against the men in white hoods. As the storyline progressed, the shows exposed many of the KKK’s most guarded secrets. By revealing everything from code words to rituals, the program completely stripped the Klan of its mystique. Within two weeks of the broadcast, KKK recruitment was down to zero. And by 1948, people were showing up to Klan rallies just to mock them.
I just realized what my life has become and how happy I am and how much I enjoy learning, and how I’m learning every single day in the grand world of audio. I can wholeheartedly say it is my passion, and to be involved with it constantly and to get to do some of the cool stuff I’ve been able to do these last couple of years has been a true gift. I’ve never worked so hard in my life, but a lot of the time it doesn’t even feel like work. It’s like I almost feel bad because I feel like I’m cruising through life having more fun and experiences than I am having a job and going to school. But it’s that thin line where fun/experiences and school/job meet that I’ve been coasting on for a while.
I’m the youngest person on the production team for the show I’m working on. It’s called Bull Durham, and the individuals I get to see on stage and at the tech tables every day are extremely talented. I’m working with one of the smartest Sound Designers I’ve met to this day (Peter Hylenski), in a well recognized theatre (The Alliance) with boss who I already look up to and respect so much after only working together for 3 weeks. Anyway, this show already has a spot on Broadway after it’s run here in Atlanta, which is almost mind boggling to me—to be able to say I was a part of it. Sixteen year old me would probably be in shock, which is what it comes down to. That’s how I know this is the motherfucking dream.
This summer was absolutely amazing, too. I was surrounded by talented, young people this time around. People who I know I will be running into for as long as I stay in this field. It’s cool how I can almost see these guys becoming the people who I’m currently working with. Give it a couple of years, seriously. Heritage Theatre Festival taught me that there are, in fact, other kids my age doing what they love and still being excited and scared about it, but willing to do anything to achieve that dream. I feel like you lose a lot of that at School of the Arts, and it was really refreshing to see it every day. I just seriously met some of the coolest, fun people. That’s the other thing. I was just having so much fun while being able to do what I love.
And then lastly, my beloved UNCSA. It’s crazy that I’m about to enter my last year. I have so much school pride, and it’s still as present as it was on that first day. This school has shaped me and taught me so much. The faculty are people I owe my life to. They have been not only fantastic mentors, but just people who opened so many doors for me. At the end of the day I know they care about me and my education and my career and my well-being. These people have just taken care of me, to put it plain and simple. And I’ve met some of the best friends I could have ever asked for. And more beyond that—I have also met some amazing mentors who I continue to look up to. I’d start naming them but it’s too fucking many. These are the older brothers and sisters I never had. The ones who taught me how to drink, how not to make an ass of myself, and how to be a damn family and look out for each other. They taught me to not let the pressure get to me, to believe in myself and what I am doing. They showed me that you can get out of here and start working your dream job.
I have grown up so much in the last couple of years, and still continue to do so. I’ve accomplished so many goals I didn’t even know I had. I’ve been able to learn so much and put it into practice almost daily. I’ve lived in 6 different states, been to nearly a hundred different cities, road tripped more times than I can remember, and have always been surrounded by great people.
So here’s to me. This post wasn’t about bragging.
It was about me finally being fucking content with who and what I am and what I’ve done. It’s about me saying that right before I turn 22, I have had an incredibly fulfilling life that a lot of people die without reaching.
It’s about me not letting anything stop me—not the fact that I’m poor, that I’m a woman, that I’m hispanic, that I’m colorblind with bad knees, a bad back and carpal tunnel.
It’s about the fact that everything I’ve made for myself has come from my hard work, determination, dedication, blood, sweat, and tears.
It’s about not letting the nights when I couldn’t sleep because all I could think about was my crippling debt get to me. It’s about the fact that I’ve grown out of most of my insecurities. It’s about the fact that I’m not scared to be alone—because I’m not.
It’s about the fact that I’m not afraid to say that I care about myself, my well-being, and my happiness the most.