that describes last summer

This is one of my favourite creepypastas, and because I can’t find any version of it that wouldn’t be impossible to read on this format, I’ve transcribed it directly from the screencap I have of it.

Story originally appeared on /x/ on October 10, 2013, and was written by a user known only as hawkeye !!ASKzWwNPKxw. Accompanying photograph was taken by me and isn’t associated with the piece in its original form. Aside from grammatical corrections and a quote from the author from a reply to another user at the end, the story appears exactly how it does in the original image.

It’s long, but well worth the read, and has stuck with me ever since I first saw it. For those of you that have experienced something like this, it’ll hit even harder.


Human Nature

So, first let me describe how I’ve spent the last three summers.

>Live in Ohio
>Be camp counselor at INNAWOODS camps in hocking hills region of southern Ohio
>Clear creek valley is one of the most biodiverse areas in the entire world. (Not kidding. More than some rainforests)
>Nearest civilization is town of Rockbridge (TINY) many miles away.
>Everyone lives in cabins with no air conditioning, power, or lights
>I’m assigned to the older boys, because I’m better with the bushcraft
>Teach then bataonning, fire building, debris huts, edible plants, the works.
>One night every week, we camp out, use the skills, and sleep under the stars
>Every week, each cabin has to do a “Camp Improvement Project” (chores)
>Little kids pull weeds on what few (unpaved, barely maintained) paths we have
>Big kids (14-17) use saws, rakes, and shovels to clear out new campsites, or refurbish old ones
>There’s always been a rivalry between the older boys and girls, especially among the counselors

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blueyotis replied to your link “Black Lives Matter Toronto: Is Canada too polite to talk about racism?”

It’s also cause we see ourselves as a progressive nation (not true)

I think its that and we like to scapegoat others to get around feeling any responsibility to deal with racism in this country. These quotes from the article sum it up:

It’s a phenomenon Anthony Morgan, a civil rights lawyer in Toronto, has dubbed “Canadian racial exceptionalism.” In a column written last summer, he described how we consider ourselves both too polite and nice to be racist, and too polite and nice to talk about it. That means, when someone protests anti-black racism, the common reaction is confusion, or irritation, or perhaps a shrug.

“We in Canada grow comfortable by scapegoating the United States and their narrative, and saying, ‘Well, at least it’s not as bad,” Morgan told me. Having avoided the depth and scope of American Jim Crow, we imagine ourselves innocent.

Canadians consider this a post-racial country, agreed Rodney Diverlus, a co-founder of Black Lives Matter TO. “What that means is we’ve missed out on the opportunity to have national conversations about anti-black racism while it’s still happening here,” he said.