Before I became disabled, I did some really physical work. I started out as a cleaner/organizer for the Contractor. A Carpenter/Painter.
He would later teach me to paint, restore windows, etc. Work I enjoyed doing for sixteen years.
But that sixteen years became stressful. I became a sub contractor.
Started to be paid in, bounced checks or late payments. Once, as long as three months and as much as $7,000.
I was grateful for his training. And it’s why I hung in there.
But then, I became delinquent in, Rent, Bills and Taxes.
He the Contractor, Got rich, brought trucks.
And hired new employees. White and Hispanic. Who he paid, on time.
Still, I went unpaid.
I am constantly reminded of how little value is placed on Our/Black Americans lives.
I feel many reminiscence about,
“The good old days”