There was a time when you would get your ass kicked in Miami if you walked around with a Che shirt.
I'm embarrased by my ignorance, now I know the identity of the face I see on those t-shirts around town.
No offense, but the time to tell him who Che was, in detail, was right then. It was a teaching moment. If it happens again, don't let it pass you by.
Here's another story about a Che shirt. A kid in one of my economics classes at college kept showing up with one. One day while I was in the computer lab I noticed he was working at a computer a couple of rows over. I went to Yahoo News, found a shot of the boat that some Cuban refugees had made out of an old truck, printed it out, and handed it too him. Then i sttofd there witing for the inevitable question.
"What's this?"
"That's a photo of a boat made out of a 1950's vintage truck. It was made by Cuban refugees so they could leave the island and reach America. That's how desperate people are to escape the paradise built Che built."
I could see the wheels turning. Unfortunately, I didn't know at the time that Che was the chief executioner and enforcer in the Castro revolution, or otherwise I would have hit him again while he was staggered. Since he had nothing to say to me, I turned and walked to my next class.
I don't know how much impact I had in the end, but I never had him give me crap in economics class agian. And he was hostile. God only knows what you could have done with your Che fan.
Keep up the good work. You never know where your words will hit home.
I just had a letter from a woman who heard me speak about six years ago, and my talk was hurried, disorganized, and I didn't think I made sense, (I was rushing in late from a plane). She said what I said had inspired her to continue with a job of work that became a success.
You never know.