“Yeah, I’ve seen those,” my very good-natured friend said, “They’re all coming down, gutted. It’s so depressing.”
My neighbor nodded. “It’s hard to look at, all dilapidated.”
My friend went on, and this is where the panic kicked in. “Seriously. I’ve wanted to go down there and take pictures, that kind of beauty-in-dilapidation, you know? I don’t know how the government can just knock down all those people’s homes.”
Oh, God. “Beautiful? No, that wasn’t beautiful. We hated that place. We loved our neighbors, but we hated it. So many kids, their lives just all messed up. Kids getting shot, drugs, gangs. We hated those places, all herded up in there. Honey, it’s not beautiful. It was inhumane.”
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