5.11.11

Zero Hour


"This is welfare" a woman standing somewhere behind me in line is telling one of her juniors


"if you don't want to deal with this get a job. you young, if you not disabled go get you a job. welfare is a choice"-- she repeats it like a mantra. 'A choice,' I think, 'guess she made it'
When I get to the waiting area another sister is testifying, hard. In between talking about what god did for her, and making people laugh or smile, she's going in on the office staff, and how slowly they're serving people, at one point the coded door opens and she says 'Look at all those mf's', alluding to the fact that they appear to be fully staffed and chilling.
She is escorted out by security under the pretense that she is on the wrong floor, and that they are directing her to the proper office. She's here for the same reason most of us are, and several people mumble, she wasn't bothering nobody, but everybody is client and compliant. I'm frozen, not so much b/c I'm afraid to get kicked out, as b/c I still haven't figured out how to give battle peacefully
In passing, she declares herself, Sylvia Estes Motherf*ckers, smooth and smoky-voiced, like Estes is her middle name
And this fly brown still smiling @4 since 8am... lookin like she needs some tenderness
And a next one talking 'bout revolution


It's not especially humbling in real life. I know my parents did it, and I know I pay for it. All kinds of folks in here, some seeming to fit the master narrative stereotypes some not. What critics of social welfare programs have not been willing to understand, is that none of this stuff is free. Somebody pays for it, or paid for it. and it wasn't them with their 'innovation' or 'industry'. It was definitely somebody poor, most likely somebody brown, on the other end of a boot stick lash gun


need to liberate this sh*t, we paid in, you making it real hard to get it out
I guess they figure we should just give thanks it ain't Citibank
but what it comes down to is things ain't right