Fire in the Valley: The Poverty Among UsPosted: 21/06/2014
…and the world thought we Americans all lived in multimillion-dollar mansions. They imagine we live on hills overlooking the valleys of prosperous economies that belonged to us alone. That our homes were lined in silver and gold and our land stretches for as far as the eye could see to the nearest neighbor. Milk ponds abound swam by white swans and pink flamingos, and that we had two cars on each side of the driveway, his and her side. And, outside our doors and windows are the manicured lawns and gardens with dozens of immigrant labors landscaping our property to preserve our worth and status in society. That these imagined workers keep every blade of grass as groomed as the supposed hair upon our heads. Reality tells those who are outside looking in a very different story. Here is the reality…
Vegas is just as much an illusion as America herself is. The poverty here isn’t nearly as bad as it is on Pine Ridge. On the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, home to Wounded Knee, the poverty is much worse. There’s higher unemployment and far more sorrow–but still, some of those among us aren’t far behind them, and in some cases they may even be a tad bit ahead. Poor is poor. Hungry is hungry. Homeless is homeless. Sad is sad. No matter what corner of the world one lives in, the destruction of life and property spells disaster and it hurts all the way to the bone. It ruins to the heart and the core of the soul.
The sorrow drips from the eyes of the citizens of the world, who dwell in such destitution, here, in America and abroad. Pain is pain. Misery is misery. Some adjust and some don’t. Some escape it and some never do. Poverty is nothing more than an attitude, yet some can not cope with the misery of it. Only the genius among the poor know how to adapt and adjust. When you live in a world where the loudest scream in never heard one can only do with what one has to do with. After one has lost everything, one can loose no more. But make do, one must. Only then can one make life grand. Grandness among the poor is something to behold. But it can be done. To become free of the shackles around the ankles and the steel collars around the neck one must desire liberation from suppression more than anything else in the Alley of Frustration. Freedom comes to those who persevere and prevail in a steadfast manner without ceasing a single moment, until the restraints of slavery are broken and the chains fall free.