July 6, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
We went to see the remnants of Resurrection City. You would’ve thought that we would’ve gotten there already. It wasn’t that far away from the office, but no. You can’t miss the top of the Capitol Dome, and if you are busy looking up, you won’t see the remaining poor people gathered on the ground.
Other people milled about, walking along the freshly exposed dirt. It made the air smell musty. You can still see the deeply embedded tracks from the bull-dozers.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the people who took part in all this were the same people who were at the March on Washington. It seems to me that bad elements have taken over.
Craig says that the same people have taken part all along; they are just angrier. If you’ve been demanding change for so long, working hard for it, and nothing changes, wouldn’t you get frustrated?
And if you add hunger to that equation…
That was Craig’s argument. I think the problem with hunger is that it weakens people and makes them more vulnerable. Hungry people will do anything for food and they will listen to terrible dictators, like Hitler. All common sense goes away.
I think Baby John would’ve agreed, but he decided to meet with a poverty project this morning. He says he’s tired of sitting in a room in Washington, not doing anything. Time is too precious to waste. The country is falling apart.
