As the Inquirer continues to treat the death of Joe Paterno as it would the death of a president, the rest of us go on living in the real valley of sorrow, where once a day someone is killed.
The real valley of sorrow, where this week two neighborhood shopkeepers, both immigrants, were executed.
The real valley of sorrow, the valley of the gun, the valley of silence, the valley of brutality, the valley of anger, the valley of cold blood.
The valley of orphans.
The valley of dead streets (even on warm nights), of dark streets, the valley of fear.
The valley of prison by right, prison by example, prison by coming-of-age.
The valley of sorrow eats away at all of us, eats our wonder, eats our desire, eats our passion, eats our confidence, eats our liberty, eats our potential, eats our hearts.
Thank You
Well done.
Very well expressed. The level of general acceptance of this abominable condition, despite NYC’s showing the path to reduction/ improvement is nothing short of an outrage.