A whole bunch of people towards the back of the room were now getting up to leave. But these teachers were not going to intimidate me. I wasn't my father's and mother's son for nada-nothing. I wasn't my two indigenous grandmothers' grandson for nada-nothing either. I came from a long line of people...who'd lived through starvation, revolutions, and massacre. "AND YOU!” I yelled into the microphone. "Over there in the back...who are getting up to leave...I'M GLAD THAT YOU'RE LEAVING!