Tag Archives: roots of injustice

Hunger (encore, on vacation)

I waited on our front porch in Colorado everyday, willing the mailman to bring me my child support check. The trees where the starlings roosted hovered over the porch roof. I was a single mother with three young children, and … Continue reading

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The New Jim Crow (encore, on vacation)

I first saw the title six months ago., “The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander (1210).” Could it be that the author was comparing our current prison system to the notorious system of … Continue reading

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After a Lifetime of Work

My friend desperately needs a divorce, but she lives on $500 a month and can’t afford to move out. Disabled by back surgeries and an auto accident, she receives social security disability, which is her only source of income. She … Continue reading

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The Holy Mission

Lilly Baker came from a Kentucky coal working family of thirteen and only went through the fourth grade, but as a child, she helped her mother care for others. At fifteen, she began working with a mountain nurse, and from … Continue reading

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Environmental Racism

Rose Augustine, born in 1936, leaned toward me and said, “I always lived on the Southside, the part of Tucson that is Mexican American. In 1985 a newspaper reporter did a series on water contamination on the Southside. The Hughes … Continue reading

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Class Warfare

My parents believed in the American dream so fervently that when it collapsed for me, they decided that the fault lay within me, not their vision of the world, and they cut off contact. I slowly became aware of social … Continue reading

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Moral Panic

I think of the children of undocumented immigrant workers. Years ago, Juanita’s tiny, two-year-old daughter, Cecilia, stumbled over to me where I sat on a kitchen chair. She looked at me from her small face with her brown-black eyes. The … Continue reading

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