Meet Jenny
Meet Jenny. Jenny has no legs Jenny is very old and lives most of her days on the streets of San Francisco. She is not a ghost but ghosts pass her everyday on the streets of San Francisco. They are the walking dead.
I stopped to talk to Jenny today and she looked up at me. What is your name she asked, until the muscle in her neck gave out and she had to put her head down.
“Barbara,” I said.
Oh, I had a daughter named Barbara she said before dozing off again. I touched her bony back, which was easy to do, as her bones stuck out in places where I didn’t know bones could stick out.
I walked the streets of San Francisco today after my radio interview on FCC Radio about Ronald Reagan who put Jenny and 9 other million people out on the streets and 40 million in poverty with his trickle down economics. Trump is doing the same again today. Reagan is the Hero of the Republican Party . . . hero of a criminal corporate gang. There is no other way to put it.
Tents were in places all over the city. This was once a city I loved. I don’t recognize this city any more and I could feel what seemed like a disease in the air – the worst kind. Apathy. It’s a mental illness. Maybe it spread after Reagan released the mentally ill from hospitals onto the streets infecting us all?