We must join together to recreate this city in its own image but with a commitment to justice, trust and accountability of all who have “dissed” us by raping us through obese contracts to accomplish little and an ignorance of what was done before and after Katrina to those whose community it is.
[…] night. That crime scene, and some of the follow-up, stripped away my detachment and made me feel grief anew. I shed a few tears. Hell, after Katrina I cried most every day for a year or three, but these […]
At risk of being trite, I hope you can focus on the light at the end of the hallway.
Or, maybe there’s some beer left in that can.
I second that sentiment, J.
We’re all gutted by what’s going on. Good imagery, Bart.
I’m with you, J.
We must join together to recreate this city in its own image but with a commitment to justice, trust and accountability of all who have “dissed” us by raping us through obese contracts to accomplish little and an ignorance of what was done before and after Katrina to those whose community it is.
At least we know you can clean up that mess 🙂 Just remember, there is a light at the end of it all!
Burn out is real. Sometimes we have to stop and take care of ourselves in order to keep on keepin’ on for the rest. Peace to you, Bart.
[…] night. That crime scene, and some of the follow-up, stripped away my detachment and made me feel grief anew. I shed a few tears. Hell, after Katrina I cried most every day for a year or three, but these […]