In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Old note.
Bikeriding through some of the poorest sections of St. Louis, starting just a block from the mansions where Ian lives, I thought for the first time ever— if some people here were to try to beat me up just because I'm white and not evidently poor, I wouldn't blame them.
I would be fighting back viciously, but I would understand where they were coming from.
This is the economic and social insanity of having little opportunity to do anything productive and unmet needs at the same time.