When we last talked, I was giving a brief out line of a loud and wild weekend in my urban jungle. Family feuds territorial disputes...Middle east comes to the Midwest.
I live on an ordinary block, could be anywhere USA. It has gone through its evolution just like anywhere and every where else. There were home owners then, the real ones, not these flippers and flopper's. Buying a piece of property then moving on, not even bothering with up keep. No, when we first moved this was a real neighborhood. Families. Working, connecting trying to make progress. It was mixed. A buffet of ethnicities, languages, and cultures. A mix of old traditions and a new something that never really took off.
Our park, just a block away had real playground equipment, children ran climbed and swung. The echo of their happy laughter silenced now by drugs, and all the elements of crime that come with that enterprise.
Neighbors, people whose names you knew, faces you recognize-spoke. If it was only a casual civil greeting, real words. Not the screaming and cursing coming from these unknown faces.
Now, well, I suppose what has happened could be blamed on any number of social, political or economic ills...every theory right yet none of them offering a solution.
Perhaps there isn't one solution. A problem this layered can not be simply solved. It needs to first be examined-which could take a while, since no one here seems capable of conversation.
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