yeah, the kitty was a fat one. She is sweet, but fat.
Right. Thatās a Miami thing, brought over from Cuba.
Iām coming to this thread late (Iāve been busy but after much work ā so, so happy this week!), and after reading all posts:
- Iām glad you made it through okay.
- Iām so sad.
I live in my own bubble in Alabama, as I did in Mississippi, filled to the popping with raging liberals. Crazy, eccentric, wonderful people that had I not moved to these noxious states, I would have never met. Thereās a reason why Southern US literature reasonates with such characters: They are real. At Mississippi State, I worked with a man who had graduated from the Sorbonne and only worked the reference desk in the library in his socks because he couldnāt abide shoes. For reasons I never understood (and itās too late now ā we found him dead in his apartment ā Iām not kidding, but thatās a story for another day), he ended up in Starkville, MS.
I wish you could have met him and many others that I know in these two complicated, awful states. There are more than you think, and many, many less than I would like.
I share none of this to dispute your valid fears. Iāve also gone into a rural convenience store between Indianola and Yazoo City, asked for the bathroom, and was told by the woman behind the register: āItās back there, but not for the n******.ā
I went on a field trip with my daughter to a local farm that literally has shark teeth/fossils in its creek from the approximate Cretaceous period and had to listen to ātwo sidesā of the story: the scientific (aka real) one and the Bible version. She goes to public school.
So. All of it is real that you may have heard or read: The best and the absolute worst. And as a white person, I canāt allay fears for POC because, well, how could I?
Without agenda or any hint of #notallanything because I despise that straw man, please know that there are those of us here who are trying, in whatever broken way we can, to be something other than that woman at the convenience store.
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