What's it about?
Two dudes find out if there really is a promised land after all.
What'd I experience?
As soon as I met Moses and Kitch I was sure I was seeing Craig and Smokey from Friday. These guys were on another level of what it means to be funny. So funny, that I felt the need to hold myself back from going to the bathroom for over an hour. I know it wasn’t the healthiest option and believe me I internally debated with myself but as soon as I’d decide on making a beeline for the bathroom the guys would pull me back into their conversation. Especially Kitch, I mean what a guy. Imagine a combination of the dumb jock and the sweetest person on the planet.
Kitch: the dumbest sweet person ever.
Moses on the other hand was... complicated. He was street smart, but let's just say being an English teacher in the future is probably - or ‘prolly’ - not an option. I don’t know of anyone who has confused their glycemic index with glycerol. Regardless it was probably the best type of mistake I could hear someone make, because it gave insight to the fact that he want’s to learn more about the world.
That’s really where Kitch and Moses are stuck, the bottom of society. Essentially homeless and jobless they keep to themselves as they make an effort to find their place in the world, but it’s the world (or the people) that surrounds them that doesn’t seem to help. To the world they are delinquents, criminals, and murderers yet they haven’t committed a single crime that hasn’t been served and so it becomes obvious why they are targeted. They’re two young black men. Defenseless to the system and expected to fail, they aren’t given a chance to prove otherwise.
There isn’t much told about what life was like before ‘now’. Right now being when this is all happening to Moses and Kitch. The complete disregard for another human's life solely based on what they physically look like. Whenever I would hear Moses tell someone, “we’re just two dudes”, I genuinely felt disappointed that most of those who would hear it would simply not let themselves believe that. I’m not moved by many things, but hearing the words ‘pass over’ go from hopeful to futile really made my heart clench.
In the beginning it started as a sort of motivational mantra that held dreams and aspiration that some day these guys would finally get a taste of the good life. Moses would finally get to know what a glycemic index or what lactose intolerant means and I know that Kitch would be right by his side enjoying his milk & honey life. Instead pass over turned into defeat, a defeat that felt like death. It was a morbid thought to have, but I think it held truth to it when I thought the guys committing suicide was pointless since they fit the perfect description of what many police officers seem to be aiming their guns toward. It was sickening to just make that assumption, but it also makes me realize that it’s happening so often that I feel more and more desensitized to it everyday. Even so, I still hold onto the fact that Moses and Kitch are just two dudes - two humans who unfortunately haven’t lucked out like others on where and what they were born into.
While I made my way back home I realized how lucky I was. To have met these two amazing guys and also how lucky I myself was. I am constantly confused for being white or anything pale that isn’t even remotely close to what my roots really are, latin american (also doesn’t help my last name is white af). For a lot of my life I didn’t think much of my skin tone or appearance having anything to do with my everyday interactions, but the more I notice how people act toward me in comparison to friends who are a more accurate depiction of what country they (or their parents) are from, the more scared I am that I may or have already judged someone solely based on that. It’s upsetting to think that many of the fights being fought shouldn’t even be taking place - because the only requirement for being respected is being human.
*Oh, and here is some proof that Kitch is a sweetheart: