I’ve said that the library is the community commons. And as such, it reflects the community, both in its good and its ill.
I helped a young lady whom I knew vaguely by sight. I didn’t know her name, but she always seemed pleasant enough. She was walking with the aid of a cane as she had a cast on her foot.
We chitchatted, and as I finished getting her the book she was looking for, I asked how she’d hurt herself.
A car had run into her at an intersection. She had suffered several injuries. This had occurred months before, and she had gone through many surgeries.
Me being me, I said, “Well, I hope you sued the bastard”.
She told me that “the bastard” had fled the scene. His car had been found, abandoned, and it had been unregistered.
She said, “Which makes me think it had to be an illegal. My friend said that was racist, but it’s just the truth. Who else would do that and be able to live with themselves?”
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