I never had much of a chance to get to know my grandfathers. One was long gone decades before I was born, the other before I was old enough to make my first Communion.
Hurricane Irma taught me that Miami-Dade County needs a different sort of emergency response plan for low income neighborhoods. That plan should include community-based organizations as part of the response. It must acknowledge that the financial burden of preparing for emergencies leaves low income families even more vulnerable. These communities need a more thorough response. A storm shouldn’t allow them to slip further down the economic ladder.
“How can anyone have so much happiness and unhappiness wrapped up at once?”
I thought we were supposed to pursue happiness here in America. The American Dream should make us happy, shouldn’t it? Isn’t that what the Founders wanted for us? 1776 was a long time ago. I get that. Things change. They morph, and so has the dream. Who needs happiness when we can have power and money? Could Daisy have loved Jay Gatsby before he became rich? Or were riches a prerequisite to pursuing his dream of Daisy? He saw the green light and crossed that bay, never noticing that he was drowning.
Imbolo Mbue’s Behold the Dreamers beautifully confirms that each of us must find our own path to happiness. She makes a compelling case. Following today’s American Dream can lead us down a very narrow path.
Governor McAuliffe told the neo-Nazis and white supremacists to “Go Home.” They are not wanted in Charlottesville. What are their homes like? What do they talk about over Sunday dinner when they are home?