Here I am, getting ready for dinner and The Meeting. I'm not expecting good news, or even encouragement, from what we'll hear tonight. In fact, I'm expecting to hear the subtleties of being told we're doomed. Broken gently and balanced in the olive branches of "we've tried", but nonetheless it'll be the early stages of eviction.
Because it ain't my first time at the rodeo, and I've seen this scenario oh so many times, I can't be optimistic. These "community meetings" generally serve as handholding and kisses before being you-know-what-ed. In this country money always wins. Poor people never win. The best one can do is make those who're doing it feel like the shit they are. And we may well be told it's all for our benefit. If that phrase or anything like it even comes out of someone's mouth I'll walk out. I'll listen to their bullshit but I won't be pissed on and told it's raining.
This should be interesting. If my head doesn't explode I'll post post-meeting.
A Day --an Unresolved Day
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