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Mekonnen Remembers the Event

As I remember it, the main culprits were ... well, mayber I'd better not say. These are dangerous people, and I am afraid they may feel compelled to retaliate. At any rate, the event goes something like this: during one of the first meetings to organize the Hilton Hotel graduation party, the suggestion is brought up that we should do something dramatic (to put it mildly); we were, I suppose, children of the eighties and recognized that fame would come in the wake of, not merit or achievement, but notoriety. In our minds, graduates who\preceded us had already filled the "fame" categories (academic; political; humor;etc..) It was therefore decided that we would briefly introduce hell into the classroom. The decision was made that on the last day of classes, everyone would bring some natural thing (tomatoes, frogs, earth, whatever...I do not think that waste matter was considered at the time...). At any rate, there we were on the final day, all ready to conclude classes. I think that the victim in our class was the kindly and intelligent but gangly Mulugeta. I don't think he'll ever forget the day. Frogs hopping about, tomatoes and eggs on the board, singing, (vulgarity?), everything short of anti-revolutionary slogans.
 

Brother Michael Farrell, the most powerful white man in Ethiopia at the time...it took his granite face and frozen, half smile to quell the rebellion. Thus it was that we were thrown off campus; there, of course, instead of shame we stood about, delirious with pride. The innovative pranks and general adolescent wit prevailed ("x' was almost assaulted by a patriotic Addis Abeban; this fellow was passing by as a group of us stood surrounding x; he was being attacked verbally by us; everybody was taking a bite at him, piranha-like. The fellow asked what the matter was.

Someone, perhaps "y", told the fellow that "x" was a sexual deviant. The guy had to be restrained as he was prepared to do him bodily harm At the time, as I recall, "Don't ask, don't tell" was not in place. The man, an old-school type, felt a biblical urge to defend honor, country, and God... I don't think "x" was amused...And so, we achieved immortality.

---and in a more artistic way --you know like a police sketch of the event !!!


Part I - The Meeting

Part II - The Act

Part III The Cover-Up