my heart hurts today, and my eyes are filled with tears.
a former employee of mine, from uo in santa monica was out here visiting friends. We used to hang out, got along well- he was always laid back. I felt that he understood people, and was more accepting than most. He was an "everything's alllright" kind of guy.
He called me to see if we could get lunch. I was excited to see him, and we made plans to meet at the rocket cat. He was staying up near Franklin Mills, and took the el this way. He got off at berks, missed norris, and called me at york and kensington. I told him to walk down york, and turn right on frankford. 10 minutes later i got this text:
"if i had known i was gonna hafta walk 2 miles through the ghetto just to hang out, i wouldn't have bothered."
It really bummed me out. I didn't hear from him again. I called and texted. nothing.
This is my home. this is where i live, and what i love. he probably walked by some of your houses, and he just saw the exterior and judged our homes. He was scared, and ignorant, and uncompassionate. It really hurt me to hear those words. i realized how many people in the world have never seen or experienced any sort of "rough" neighborhood. (kensington being mild compared to some) I probably would have felt the same way 3 years ago.
I'm so glad i moved out of CA, and have made a home for myself here. I love what we do as a community, and I am incredibly happy that my eyes have been opened. I hope someday his are too.