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Dredge

- I like order and loose guidelines, but I hate rules.
- My kitten likes to scoop all the food out of her feeder and bat pieces of it around the floor. This drives me crazy, but there is something in the impulse I admire.
- I would probably admire this less if she did it everyday, or if she were a person and not an animal.
- I am tired.
- Trayvon Martin was shot by a neighborhood watchman 3 weeks ago. Trayvon was black. They keep specifying in the news that George Zimmerman was Mexican, not white, as if that keeps it from being racially motivated.
- 10 days ago, my 15-year-old cousin beat his 20-year-old brother over the head with a baseball bat while he was asleep. He split his ear and had to get 11 stitches. He has a concussion.
- When he was eight, my cousin told me that he wished he was dead. Then he told me that his mother had said she wished she’d never had him.
- When he was 11, my cousin took a picture of himself arms crossed and bare-chested in front of a Confederate flag.
- My cousin beat his brother because he couldn’t find his pot.
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- I am tired, and I want to find other people who care as much as I do.
- When I saw American History X, I thought “I know these people.”
- I know these people.
- Today the daughter I don’t have, my friend’s daughter, gave me a flower. It was tiny, smaller than her almost five-year-old hand, and white, with six petals. It surrounded a pale green center.
- This not-daughter of mine has many not-parents. So many people who love her and would grieve her if she were gone. She also has two parents who love her.
- My parents offered to send my cousin to military school but military school won’t take him, because they want kids with “leadership potential.”
- When I watched American History X in 1999, I couldn’t watch the sidewalk scene. I still haven’t seen it. But I feel like I have.
- If my cousin would beat his own brother in the head with a baseball bat, and would rather be dead, I can only imagine what he would do to someone who’s black on a bad day.
- Last month, a guy hit my car. When we’d pulled over, after asking if I was ok, he got mad and offered me this explanation—that he realized he was in "The Projects" and had to get out of there as soon as possible.
- My blonde hair and blue eyes were presumably supposed to put me on his side of this logic.
- A year or two after seeing American History X, I considered doing a documentary on the National Alliance, because I figured my appearance would allow me entry. They'd started papering my neighborhood with flyers to recruit people for their white supremacist agenda. I was too afraid to follow through.
- I live two blocks away from where the car accident occurred. I am more afraid of people like the guy who hit my car, or of police pursuing the black people in my neighborhood than I am of the people who actually live in "The Projects."
- What kind of rules, what can possibly undo what’s been done? Can make my cousin—if not a leader—at least not a danger, not a bully?
- It's late. It's too late.
- Is it too late?