Hey there Steemians!
Just wanted to share these words from last year with you folks. Most of you are new friends and this post from last year may give you a better sense of who I am.
Entry from FB, on this day.
"Its like this,
After camp life i have a hard time walking past garbage on the ground, and its everywhere.
I have a hard time turning a blind eye to white privilege, and it's everywhere.
I have a hard time accepting the stolen lands, and it's all stolen.
Seeing massive buildings, empty with for lease signs on them, and private security guaranteeing that no one uses the Private Property.
Seeing beach houses, which sit empty 50 weeks a year, and seeing homeless veterans who physically put their lives on the line, drinking themselves to sleep in a piss covered ally.
We have this collective lie which has been told often enough for us to now accept, we are the greatest, freest, and above all we are the land of opportunity.
But on the real side of things.
Banks won't finance housing for the homeless, employers won't hire a person who smells of BO, and may not be into work as a result of arrest for vagrancy.
When you are poor in America, it's difficult to afford a vehicle and employers want to hire people who have cars.
Its difficult to get health care, and doctors who learn you don't have Cadillac insurance give you lesser care, if security even let's you in the door of the hospital.
We, as a nation, discriminate against the poor, and dig this, precolonialism, we didn't use dollars to decide who was #Worthy, when you needed food or shelter, or health care, or companionship, money wasn't a deciding factor.
Not certain where this life will lead, but this much i am certain of, if things keep going the way they are going, i will still be choosing a roadless traveled."
