Violence in the City of Brotherly Love
“We live in two worlds—they only notice each other when they collide.” The new play about violence at the Interact Theater is worth attending. Those who are shot to death in Philadelphia and those who shoot them collide these two worlds. The story is told of one young man, who came to Philly last year to be a teacher and was shot to death for his Ipod. It makes one weep. He was white, from Minnesota. His murderer was Black, from a Philly ghetto. Victims and victimizers. Two different worlds. Sometimes.
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January 29th, 2010 in Uncategorized by paul
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Dance me to the children who are asking to be born. Leonard Cohen
Over 700 of the 8,500 plus people incarcerated in the Philadelphia Prison System on State Road are women. In some way, they present even more of a ‘wound to the heart’ than the men do. It seems a shame that any human being must be in a prison. Even more so for a woman. Something about the vulnerability and inherent gentleness one expects in ‘the weaker sex.’ In prison you meet them with a certain toughness—they’ve learned this on the streets to help them stay alive and not be abused. Yet they are still God’s daughters. Approximately 65% of the women in state prison are mothers of children under 18 years of age. The following story was written by one of these women in our prison.
“Dance me to the children who are asking to be born.” -Leonard Cohen
Over 700 of the 8,500 plus people incarcerated in the Philadelphia Prison System on State Road are women. In some way, they present even more of a ‘wound to the heart’ than the men do. It seems a shame that any human being must be in a prison. Even more so for a woman. Something about the vulnerability and inherent gentleness one expects in ‘the weaker sex.’ In prison you meet them with a certain toughness—they’ve learned this on the streets to help them stay alive and not be abused. Yet they are still God’s daughters. Approximately 65% of the women in state prison are mothers of children under 18 years of age. The following story was written by one of these women in our prison.
