An older woman in charge of many jobs and properties deemed most "activism". Some people were shocked. "What does that mean? How is inequity a personal issue?" Someone asked outright. "Your anger is," the woman pursed her mouth closed and let her three words sit on her side of the see-saw. I'd seen her big smile which was authentic and clearly long in the build so I wasn't worried that her face would stay that way.
Some people decided then and there to get the fuck out of here. Like without the sure-win of others as the fuel for the fire they should get to somewhere with more resources. "Not sure they would've made the best neighbors anyway," someone remarked.
One young man started crying. "What's wrong???" A young woman studying "mental health" dropped her bags and went to him. "It's all over," the young man groaned. "It's all over now."
"But it's not," the young woman said. "It's not?" The man sniffled inward. "Noooo. A lot of good stuff is just getting started!" She turned then to some of the deadbeat parents who'd been acting interested in "causes" and younger peoples' concerns and threw her arms out into the air like a swimmer getting into the ocean. "Get gone then," she said loudly. Mean looks through crack-smoke stained car windows. Another young man soothed the shoulder of the young man calming his tears and asthmatic breathing.
By lunchtime the parking lot had thinned to friendlies and undecideds.
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