I’m for reparations. Black people need and deserve to be compensated for the wrongs they have been subjected to for over 400 hears. Let’s do something right, yes let’s do this.
The homelessness situation is scary and sad. I agree this is now touching all people from all walks of life. I’m struggling to understand our concept of cruelty masked as independence. At what point do the two entwin and switch identities? I was a victim of forced independence before I was ready all my life. School terrified me and I was traumatized by it from the first day I set foot in a school. My mother told me to stop acting like a baby it was time to grow up. I had nightmares about my ugly teacher who was always mean but I felt powerless to do anything about. My parents proved time and time again I did not matter, how I felt did not matter, and that the school was always right. I was the liar, I was the problem, and I needed to get it together. This only grew worse. I have the coldest parents in the world, to me. Their coldness was debilitating. They think they were being responsible parents but they were cruel and abusive. Heartless and without compassion. I don’t want to be that kind of parent. They did far more damage to my siblings and I than good. My brother is a drug addict and alcoholic, my sister is an emotional wreck. She drinks too much, is always nervous and unsure. She wants to ask for advice but like all of us, never felt like she could or should. Kids need guidance! They don’t automatically know how to handle all things. It’s lazy to refuse to help you kids. It’s lazy and cruel to thrust the into the world at an early age and expect them to be all right. I do not talk to my parents, I want nothing to do with them. I told them that was my choice as an adult, to complete separate myself from them forever. I assured them I would never contact them for anything and I did not want them to contact me. For any reason. I went my whole life feeling abandoned and I have finally reached a point where I need absolutely nothing from them.
My sister looks to me and I do my best to give her what she needs, what none of us ever received growing up, loving guidance. It’s the way of this country. It teaches us to be horrible parents so corporations can use us as commodities that make them rich and since so many fall into the 95% they are easily brainwashed. I think it’s lazy and they lie having someone else do all their thinking for them. It’s no wonder the homeless and drug problems have reached epidemic proportions. Yes, this is a job for prayer and I will gladly do this to add strength to the 5% carrying the load of helping all those victimized by bad parents, and all the other cruelties the 95% cause and are responsible for perpetuating in the world.