One quick scroll through the headlines on Google News reassures me that I'm doing the right thing by writing off my future. So far little of that affects me directly, I'm not a "DEI hire" or an undocumented immigrant or a government employee, but it's bound to fuck me up indirectly because I'm just not mentally armored enough to shrug off the society around me being torn apart. And of course MAGA will eventually get around to stomping more specifically on people like me, a "mentally ill" leftist with no practical use, and on my family that includes a niece in a lesbian marriage raising their child, it's only a matter of time.
And what I see in store those for San Diego denizens I met over the weekend makes me want to scream. These are people I can't help considering very much like me. People like the "underclass" black man my age named Charles, who guided me on Saturday to a situation I'd been raised to think of as a set up to be mugged, and the young man he led me to who sold me such an amazing amount of weed for $20 that I passed half of it to Charles and was still amazed at what a good deal I got. And then there's the also elderly man from the bus stop yesterday, who immigrated from Mexico at 10 years old, who like me was raised in the United Methodist and is also named David, who explained that They kicked him out of the US Air Force, and have been tracking and bothering him ever since, because for a while he dated a white woman. What will become of them? And what about the other black man I met Saturday, the young weed dealer I dug out my wallet and took money from without feeling nervous about it, what does he have to look forward to? Can he hope for a fruitful future where he can get away with being an honorable criminal? (It turns out that selling a small amount of untaxed marijuana is still illegal here, punishable by 6 months in jail and a $500 fine, which makes him a "Bad Guy.")
[to be continued]
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