"Herman, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I'm not as good as you think I am."
"What do you mean?"
Benson reached his right hand into his backpack, "The University of California, Los Angeles, has revoked my acceptance letter."
Herman was somewhat surprised, "Why?"
"I had an anonymous account on the school's website, where I often expressed my true inner thoughts, without lies, without pretense, without so-called correctness. It was my personal space, a place where I could speak the truth.
But... that account was reported by a snitch, reported to the University of California, Los Angeles. They felt I disregarded African Americans, lacked respect for women, and decided to revoke my offer.
I'm heartbroken.
You should know what this means to me, right?"
Herman's expression became tense, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, his voice trembling slightly, "Sorry, buddy, I didn't know your situation.
Actually, this speech can be written later..."
