I love your insights and photos. You absolutely have your finger on the pulse of what people are feeling. I also liked the narrative you put forth, the front row kids and the back row kids, though I think it oversimplifies things a bit, it tells the story.
Being an African-American, from Cleveland, Ohio no less, I have a certain compassion for these people who are now living through, what we in the African-American community already went through in the 80s, when our communities were destroyed by the crack epidemic.
It was odd how that went down. Just overnight our communities exploded with a drug that originates from South America, and guns which, up until that point, we had no access to. How did that happen? It’s a mystery. (Not really. It was carefully and thoroughly planned, by the same enemy we’ve always had.)
In rural white America the drug of choice is different, but I understand that heroine and meth, have really done those communities in, and to that I say this…did y’all really think that those kinds of epidemics weren’t contagious? That the kind of endless greed that eats a vibrant community up with crack and guns and prison sentences, stops at a colorline? It does not.
There are forces in the world that see people as being expendable, existing to create wealth, either through their labor or bad choices and usually both. This force does not stop at a colorline. I truly feel for these people, because I know what it feels like to lose the only community you’ve ever known. And this is why it is important to care about the plight of other people. Because when you act like you don’t care, when you scapegoat and blame, in short order, those other people become you. That’s exactly what has happened to rural white America. They’ve learned the hard way wars on drugs don’t just kill black and brown people. They kill everyone.