The things we overhear...
I catch the bus each morning at the corner of Bloomington Avenue and 27th Street in South Minneapolis. The corner is usually populated with a colorful assortment of drug dealers and purchasers, prostitutes and single moms with kids in tow. This morning as I waited for my bus into downtown, a school bus happened to drive past. One of the dealers who was standing on the corner picked up a rock, hurled it at the bus, and shouted, "F***ers are wasting your time! Ain't gonna learn s*** sittin' in f***ing school! Get your a**es out here and hustle!"
It occurs to me that this is what poverty really is. Not so much a lack of money, or shelter, or food, or community for that matter. Rather, it is the complete absence of hope, the jadedness that would drive someone to believe that pursuing evil is their only way out.
It occurs to me that this is what poverty really is. Not so much a lack of money, or shelter, or food, or community for that matter. Rather, it is the complete absence of hope, the jadedness that would drive someone to believe that pursuing evil is their only way out.
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on Monday, November 07, 2005 at 2:06 PM.
