One week of manual labor in a city that is both resilient and exuberant only began to teach me about the intersection among poverty, racism, and disaster relief. All of these words are deeply rooted in causes that we can’t always explain. Sometimes poverty is a silent member of society that we accept because we are too afraid to say anything to him or too blind to help him. Often times racism is covert. It does not scream. Instead, it whispers loud enough for the victims to hear but quiet enough that the culprits believe they will go unnoticed. Disaster relief has become a trend. It is not something we do but rather something we donate to in hopes that brand name organizations will take our money and do with it what we do not have the time or energy or commitment or spirit to do ourselves.
~ Tyece
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