i read this as “childless street” all the way up until page 100 of the book. accidents? never.
“There are folks who climb out of bed each day with a plan. Others know what they don’t want but can’t for the life of them figure out what they do. There are some who hit the Snooze button until it comes off. But there are a selected few who rise, with a plan, who see the day-to-day as a means to a larger end, who use the past to bring about change in the ever-approaching future. Which of these people should we be? And how do we evolve without losing our minds in the process?” (205)
“In the street we’ll go in on a heist, a PS2 or a sack of weed, but we won’t pool resources to stop the white folks from buying out our neighborhoods.
We won’t clean up the trash on the corners we supposedly care about, or even try to say something to the kids buying their meals from bulletproof windows after midnight. But we’ll be the first to say how bad the neighborhood is, or to last out at someone else who tried to make our “around the way” better.
It’s as if our parents’ legacy came through garbled. We have enough of the history to know it’s important, but not enough to understand how special we are. We have so much work to do if we don’t want clowns like our incumbent president ruling the roost forever and peeling away our rights like dried glue from grade-school fingers.” (218-9)