I am in graduate school at a prestigious private university. My tuition is three times what my mother made at the foundry and twice what I earn today as a teacher in the inner city. If it weren't for my habit of constantly calculating the comparative costs of living, you'd probably never know I wasn't born into privilege. Everyone knows that people who have it don't talk about money. In the newspapers I read that today's been declared a day of respect for the dead.
Every day is a search and recover mission, every day a day of mourning, a search for the dead.
I am a person of poverty, not of prosperity, and here, in the US of A, my name is legion. Culturally, I am an indigenist, and my colors are many. My dead are unburied. I'd rather have salt in my bread and blood in my tears. Tomorrow, they'll be worth a million.