September 18, 2013
I didn’t necessarily mean
to take a shower with Maxwell, it just happened. He was splashing around in the
tub then, after shampooing, doused me with the excess water from his coat, so I
got drenched. I suspect he is a Golden mixed with Samoyed but the AKC papers
say he is a purebred. What do I know.
As I approach the door to
the Baker Community Center, I realize I have long
white fluff plastered to the back of my black stretch pants. Didn’t have time
to go home and change after working at the kennels. I am late for the
neighborhood gathering and can hear someone spouting off about gangs of black
men tossing dice in the alley behind their house.
It appears we have to start
communicating with our neighbors, making an effort to attend to the kids who
run rampid, collect trash from the sides of the street, find out who is going
out of town, and looking out for one another. One woman reported, in tears,
that her daughter was ambushed by a group of boys a week ago, and the police
nor anyone in the school district have yet to assist with the accost. She and
her mother were understandably shaken, but relieved when the undercover cop
approached them, to gather information, and make a report back at the station
house.
Must have been at least thirty
people in attendance, including the pastor of the church from around the corner
and across the street. He announced the congregation will be able to step in,
to help with the black youths who are getting into trouble. I will approach him
with my idea of starting a survivor/perpetrator conflict resolution program and
see what we can come up with for a plan.
Ran home with high hopes
for the future of the West Side Neighborhood. Maybe no one noticed the long
white hairs stuck to my pants, then again…
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