September 6, 2009
:::This day::: so clearly.
Thanksgiving in Hollywood. Circa 2006. I had places I could be. I wasn’t. I was almost Ground Zero Hollywood & Vine. Walking to the store for some forgotten item —
I remember cold. I remember abandoned pale concrete sidewalks. And I remember silent shadows in doorways. EVERY doorway. All the way down that pale concrete sidewalk. Unmoving. Alone. Forgotten. So still they did not appear human. Except they were. Human. And utterly silent. Unmoving. Uncomplaining about a present and future so bleak it injured me passing it.
When will we change this? When will we feed people? When will we care for people? When will the shame of seeing a fellow American alone, cold and hungry in a doorway on “Thanksgiving” not be enough?