I drive through my city and see old places that once were childhood memories; Lithuanian Plaza, and 71st street where we had Lithuanian family gatherings that was once a Lithuanian owned party hall, then a Soul Food Restaurant and now a Nursery. Neighborhoods changing, white people running to the burbs as if that is going to make them feel safe when guns and violence are everywhere. I'm white, I should know. Family members always telling us we should have left a long time ago. And for what? I am still alive! I didn't die from growing up in diverse schools my whole life. #justmythoughts #creativewriting
- I wrote this on 3/31/16
