“Me being the closest adult and trying to prevent other students from jumping the gate, I opened the gate for them,” said Ricardo Lopez. “Within an hour, I was let go.”
“Me being the closest adult and trying to prevent other students from jumping the gate, I opened the gate for them,” said Ricardo Lopez. “Within an hour, I was let go.”
I don’t disagree.
As I approach middle age I don’t know if I can trust my own perception of the truth anymore. I lived and worked in Toronto until my late 30s, with many years spent living in some of the most “dangerous” neighborhoods but when living there it was clear a lot of the perception was incorrect, rooted in racism and classism. I worked in an office tower that had an emergency winter shelter for the unhoused in the lobby. It was no big deal. But I don’t live there anymore so when I think it’s ridiculous to hear “how bad it’s gotten” I recognize I don’t actually know. My opinion doesn’t matter, of course. It’s just something I reflect on more and more. I think it’s likely it’s still racism and classism but I hold back on “back in my day…” type comments.
Holy shit, that’s awesome. If they didn’t also have showers, don’t tell me; I’ll pretend they did and preserve the narrative.