We are exactly as lost as each other: Even the most particular is happening to everyone. —Paul Celan, a Jewish survivor of World War II
There is a wall in one of the last genuine old local diners in the town in
in which I live. The staff hand out crayons and paper to the child customers, and tape their drawings to the wall. Four days after the white supremacist terrorist attack in El Paso, I saw this drawing. Always a wall. Always surveillance. Always terrified children.
The walls of my childhood were different. My surveillance was relentless. My terror was constant. And you? Please write us what you have in common with the Texas child.
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