Posts Tagged With South Central L.A.
Saturday, April 28, 2012 / 7:17 am
No justice, no peace.
Wednesday, April 29, 1992
The alarm buzzes and I am up and out of my comfy bed. It takes a while to get my nine year old son John up and ready for school.
I take him to McDonalds for his breakfast. It's right across the street from his school. It's the only way I can figure out how to make sure he's okay. No day care for him No money for that. I climb back into my car, drive past the well-tended landscape of the school, and make the long drive to South Central and my job as teacher of fourth graders at 61st Street School.
It's always painful leaving John. I worry.