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Longhairedgit

It's not like I'd been blind to suffering before. I was always the type to put a large note in a surprised and desolate hand, I knew not to judge, and just to help, to give someone breath. I'd talk to homeless people, mad people on buses, I wasn't the type to shy away. I always listened.

But even now years later I still register the shock of that day, when I realised it wasn't a few people. It was half the town I didn't see. The sheer scale of need.

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Longhairedgit

It was that day that became the watershed. The day that crystallized the way I think today. That absolute hatred of eugenics, and fascism, and corporatism. I could see the plays and the segregation and the huge underclass of wronged and injured and broken people it was creating.

..and I resolved never to be part of it again. To always see people.

My people.

Longhairedgit

I was a night owl, an after hours guy. In my teens and twenties I barely slept. Thought I'd seen everything self destructive and seedy, lost and losing itself, but that held nothing compared to the day. The night had it's noir, seemed dramatic, and perhaps it was. Where the dramatic dysfunctional go to their stage play of life.

But the days. Between the rush hours. That's where you saw people broken by the system and not themselves. That's where our society had failed.

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