The trees grow differently here 🌴 where I come from,trees grow “up”, they stay tight against the trunk and they stretch up for the precious sunlight.
Here, the trees grow “out”. They squat low and spread their limbs outwards, creating a natural canopy of shade.
This is a dirty place, in terms of time and history. I’ve been visiting for work,for years and years now.
Possibly the most racial disparities of any place I’ve gone,right up there with Savannah.
Descendants of dock slaves, that’s the black community I see in this particular place. People born into a system with no fucking chance, the homeless,the fast food workers, the general labor.
Contrasted against old ,white, plantation Money.
“you ain’t got nothing nice to say to me”
Hey.. I feel you.
If I were you,in this place, speaking to a white man, yeah…
In this place, I wouldn’t have anything nice to say to me either. I don’t even fault them for the reverse racism, not here.
Nah.. I fucking get it.
And I’m sorry it’s that way, I’m not your enemy but I’m also aware that I cannot change how you feel.
I can be as nice as I can. Try to be kind, try to be human.. but people with my skin color have fucked over your entire family tree, at the ground level, at the low-money level, and now you’re stuck here and you’re angry.
And I would absolutely feel the same way.
dawn 