I Made Something Sickeningly Racist When I Was A Kid

I’m happy to report, it now makes me want to vomit.

Y’all might remember me talking about my early aspirations to be a cartoonist — how it all began with crafting goofy characters into study guides in middle school. The premise was simple: over a few sheets of paper, the characters would encounter all the terms and concepts we had to know for upcoming unit finals.

I was working in #2 pencils and computer paper, and rarely had the luxury of the time to color them in. I was mainly doodling these things while waiting for the rest of the class to finish reading or writing assignments, or at the lunch table, or while blatantly ignoring the teacher talking. (see illustration above)

I didn’t have a lot of time or resources, but it didn’t stop me from making something that worked for me. And it worked for some of my classmates, too. So I made a couple of these things, specifically for Earth Sciences class.

This science teacher was also our history teacher. And 8th grade in South Carolina is the only year dedicated to South Carolina State History.

South Carolina.
State.
History.

History.
Of South Carolina.
The WHOLE state.