Power is an attractive thing isn’t it? Without it, there’s no freedom. As far back as I can remember people have been stripping me of mine. It all started when papa left and we were powerless to stop him. I remember that day so vividly even though I was young… you never forget moments like that, the ones that change you forever. It was a very cold winter Sunday, the snow was falling heavily outside and there was a distinct smell of cologne mixed with cinnamon from mama’s baking mixed in the air. I was in my room when I heard the yelling, didn’t think much of it at first; it was a familiar sound in the Draper household. Then I heard a smash, that’s when I had to go check what was wrong. There was shattered glass all over the floor, one of them had smashed granny’s antique vase- that’s when I knew, this time it was different. Papa kept saying ‘I love her’ over and over again.
We Can Fix Crime
In my experience, working class people in the United States exist within a strange paradox. They do not like cops, often finding themselves the…