Max sat down in his swivel chair in the seminar room, excited for his first creative writing workshop as an undergraduate. He had written a piece he was really proud of regarding his experience with intergenerational trauma and racism. His peers had, thus far, seemed very woke and understanding and the writing submitted to the class up until this point had been very personal and visceral stories. The group overall had developed a great rapport, and the professor had been competent and helpful.
This piece is a fictionalized dystopian reimagining of Dupont’s C8 scandal in my hometown in which high school students are engaging in research to assist scientists and others in exposing the all-encompassing treachery of extractive capitalism.